Fields Of Gold
There was no denying that guinevere had made herself rather scarce in valhalla, infact- many could question if she was even there at all. Many times she had thought about leaving for good, but there was always something telling her to hold on to what familiarity she had going. Perhaps she could visit Chrysanthe soon to feel better, afterall she's the only family she really knew due to the lack of socializing Guinevere had made with the gatherings. She would sigh, hearing the call from afar. The girl was sitting under a beautiful tree, loosing its blossom as winter was soon to come. She was already 2 years old now, and it felt like only yesterday she was curled up in her mothers bed along with her sister Solaine. It felt like the memory could be easily wiped away; and she fears soon she'll forget the tiniest of memories she had with them all. Her depression hadnt gotten any better, and instead of correcting that, she had decided to live with it. Guinevere had grown up to be beautiful, just like all the Adravendi's where, but her sad face didnt really show it; or make her look like she had that glow that many woman would dream for. She would carry her large mass over to the call, which was only a territory or two away. She would take her time, gazing at all the scenery before halting, seeing the man that she presumed had called upon her. Was the training to begin today? Guin would make her way over, assessing him. She would keep her distance, eyes laying upon him. " Am i late? What are we learning today?" |