she always tries, truth or lie
10-15-2013, 09:17 PM
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So darling she was, her slender form as fine and elegant as the most breakable of glass; a china doll perhaps, perfected and accurate within her features, as if hand-painted by somebody dedicated to the soul of perfection. However she wasn?t weak, and although she was yet to ever test her unpractised skills in battle, she was well capable of self defence. However, it seemed she preferred much more to loiter mid-rank amidst others, not one to strive for the highest of calibres by heart. Her ambitions may somebody become restless, but for now, she was as tranquil as a slumbering dove to be nobody of particular hierarchy. The words that left his tongue would send the youth?s gaze into one of awe, gorgeous emeralds glimmering with an imagination of the places he had been. ?Oh, I can only imagine,? her gaze would wander for a moment, to gaze serenely out over the rocky plains, glassy eyes blinking amidst thick lashes. ?It was unwise to our people, for a babe to stray from her homelands before sexual maturity,? she faltered for a moment, glancing back towards his crimson lanterns, ?I would love some day to carry my own stories. But perhaps you wouldn?t mind sharing some of your own?? Hopeful the sweetheart would lower her haunches to rest upon the stone-glazed earth beneath her. |
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