Treading dangerous waters
01-20-2014, 06:21 PM
So easily would the delicacy have been missed, so fragile and insignificant against the wavered snow of The Pines; her scent so meek, and so frail, lost amongst the drowning aroma of his people. But it was not unsettling, for he could sense her youth, taste the innocence beneath the buds of his tongue- and she was familiar, for the King never forgets. ?She looks to be a Princess, and yet I cannot see her crown?? the eerie voice would slide so seamlessly, gliding alongside his throat as he would emerge elegantly from the loosely placed foliage. Was she the spawn of Taurig? She showed resemblances to his own lines, and yet he was aware she was not his own. He would approach her, but he would pause, seating himself upon pallid haunches to avoid threatening the small babe. |
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