I only need one hand

*Guinevere* · 11-29-2013, 01:33 PM

Guinevere

War. It is like a sticky toffee that sticks to the roof of your mouth, it becomes quite the center of your attention yet not really obtaining a great deal of importance. That was right. War sorted nothing but pain, and the excruciating images it leaves behind, Repeating over and over again. Perhaps Guinevere was lucky, being to young to witness or even be involved in it. Never will she know the true experience, at least not so soon. The day was opened up by a streaming light, the cold obtaining around our bodies, winter leaves the most beautiful of appearances when untouched, it was like christmas. Guinevere always thought of herself as the angel that a family places upon a tree. The mystical creatures do nothing but help and spread the joy around, even if those thought otherwise, it kept the youth happy.

The specks of dust would flick past her paws, as she treads forth, focusing upon a women whom looked quite the work of art. The blue upon her scruff and cranium grasped guinevere the most, it was nothing natural. The girl would near closer, inspecting the pain in her back " Are you alright miss? do you need any help?" Her mother was a healer, but not once did the adravendi get the chance to be taught a lesson, perhaps one day she'll get the opportunity. But then it clicked into her mind,why was a rouge in the middle of no where, especially while they seem to be in pain? " Why have you ventured so far out here? It seems as though your in quite the pickle"

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