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| Arakain_Tamwood
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Subject: An Untitled Tale (Edit #2) | |||||
| Please feel free to leave comments and/or sujestions It was mid-fall in the valley. Leaves had fallen off the trees weeks before. A lithe elf strode quitely through the sanctuary. Carrying a basket Meddea picked the last of the nuts and berries off of the surrounding trees and shrubs on her way back to the village. By the time Meddea had returned to her village, the first of the watchfires had been lit. Its was a small village, home to perhaps fifty elves at a time. The houses were hidden amongst the trees. A few hidden in the roots, others in the highest boughs with small steps that spiraled up to reach them, while yet others looked like over sized squirrel nests with in the trunks. ~*~ Meddea clambered upto her tree top house at the outskirts of the village. It was small and undecorated but she liked it just fine. There was a bed and a small washbasin in one room and a small table in the other. Small cubbies peppered the outter walls of both rooms, they were used for storing things, personal belongings, food, dishes and such. ~*~ Walking silently over to the washbasin Meddea looked at her reflection. She had skin so white she almost looked like a spectre in the dark, her eyes were a deep blue that could warm hearts on chill the soul. However, her bright, resiliant red hair betrayed the impurity of her family tree however. |
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