DARK HORSE
12-08-2013, 08:10 AM
She would turn to face him, imposing gaze of vibrant amethyst; a fa?ade perhaps once unflawed, now saddeningly tainted by the writings of unfamiliarity. Still, she bore an elegance and a greatness Isardis would find himself to marvel within; a quality so rare, and yet so familiar. He would sway with pleasure at her words, ?Ah, she is as wise as she is beautiful.? Oh, so she wasn?t a fan of snow? Pity, Isardis would rather quickly become quite intent upon taking her back to his snowy kingdom. He chuckled weakly, reaching forwards to pull himself a stride closer, ?Isardis Armada, King of Glaciem. And she is?? So proud he was to present himself. |