Description
Before you exists an example that not all that is beautiful must be strived
for, sought out, or kept. Obviously a human, with no noticable traces of
outside heritage, a female can be seen lacking any discernable signs of age.
She is of average height, slight, yet with an energy that is playful,
exuberant, and all such things.
She wears her hair unkept and it seems to have grown in length and direction
at a whim. Tangled or straight, it seems all the more natural on this
young....lady isn't the right word. She wears dirt with a carefree love that
transplants any thoughts of makeup and undoubtedly will continue to do so
until the next rainstorm heralds her bath.
Her eyes are the only hint that what seems pleasant and pretty can be the
more ornery and carry all the sharper thorn. While determined does not quite
describe it, her gaze at one moment coy and playful...can turn as suddenly as
a summer storm and warns you not to interupt her fun.
Role
Into the World
Added Tue Jan 30 00:29:48 2007 at level 9:
It was a storm that sailors and fisherman alike would curse for many a
season. Quite a thing to say about professions so often ready to move on and
cry foul at the next ill. Yet such was the storm that rolled across the sea
and lashed the shores with its unforgiving waves.
Ill Omen some said. A cleansed and welcome blessing of the summer season to
come others would say. Yet while many disagreed, all agreed it was not a
storm for man nor domesticated beast.
Little explains then the girl that stood on the shores, bare of clothing, and
back to the sea, eyes turned towards dry land and all who dwelled there.
She did not cry. She did not yet laugh. Her eyes held in it so many things.
Youthful curiosity and coy playfulness some would see, yet others staring at
the same very girl would see a danger and element so out of control that they
would fear for themselves and the world around them. She was so many things
yet odd was the feeling that exuded from one so young... a force not able to
be grasped....except the unmistakable feeling that it was a force as old as
the universe and dawn of time.
Those who looked upon this young girl would seek an explanation as desperate
human minds yearn to do. The logical would quickly think of horrible
shipwrecks. The superstitious would make warding signs and quickly whispers
words of sea witches and other foul creatures of the sea. Yet neither would
have been right in a world where order and reason are not always found.
Yet no such thoughts were to be had, no such words whispered, for alone stood
the girl amidst seaspray and waves. Into a world of order walked the young
priestess with no last name or known history.
Among glass halls...beyond another sea on a far away island, a young courier
stops suddenly as a glass key gives the slightest of shudders. Thinking
nothing of it but the tasks at hand, the courier moves on and the world and
the forces that surround it...wait...