Post by Kelwindre Shadowheart on Feb 13, 2006 13:29:48 GMT -5
Kelwindre sat atop the wall, looking out over the moonlit city. She was dressed in the clothes she had gotten recently; her pretty white shirt was evertything the weaver had promised it would be, which was much. Her sword was on her side, and her dagger was attached to her thigh, and despite the fact that she was wearing her blades in positions only seen on thieves and scouts, she still looked very formal and beautiful, especially in the moonlight that reflected from the metal scabbords of the blades, and glinted and prismed from the fine cloth of her clothes.
She let out a light sigh, taking in the sight of the city at night. The occassional lantern could be seen on the street, and the gentle flicker of candlelight issued forth from a few windows. For the most part, though, the city was asleep, silent except for the very rare clacking of horses hooves or plated armor. Kelwindre looked up to the sky for a moment, taking in the seas of stars above her before looking back down and taking out a small, flute-like instrument native to her village. It was made of wood, and was intricately carved all along the surface. Ot was a gift from her closest friend, and she treasured it more than anything else she owned. She lifted the flute to her lips and slowly started to play, her peaceful song quietly echoing into the silence and darkness of the night, all the while memories of her home and her friend appeared in Kelwindre's mind.
She let out a light sigh, taking in the sight of the city at night. The occassional lantern could be seen on the street, and the gentle flicker of candlelight issued forth from a few windows. For the most part, though, the city was asleep, silent except for the very rare clacking of horses hooves or plated armor. Kelwindre looked up to the sky for a moment, taking in the seas of stars above her before looking back down and taking out a small, flute-like instrument native to her village. It was made of wood, and was intricately carved all along the surface. Ot was a gift from her closest friend, and she treasured it more than anything else she owned. She lifted the flute to her lips and slowly started to play, her peaceful song quietly echoing into the silence and darkness of the night, all the while memories of her home and her friend appeared in Kelwindre's mind.
