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Maybe I was wrong « Thread Started on Jan 5, 2008, 7:13pm »
x. to doubt you
A chaste kiss on my cheek, a embrace to show your love, mother I never got the chance to remember them tiny things .
The delights of a city, a human city to a sylvan child born to a rider and a elf and a child of Ellesmera and one never to before have left the forests of her home, Du Weldenvarden. The long dark bangs, the slender but willowly figure and the feline grace and the gay colored moss tunic worn with fawn leggings and the boots favoured by her people.
The scents of the trading stalls, the wind that held so many scents willowed around her, her keen senses going haywire from it. She craned her neck to see over the taller humans, not many because her people were naturally tall and slim. Melissa was the near double of her mother, one glance and some of the people who had once known her mother would mistake her for the rider of Arget, the silver dragon who currently was living wild.
She moved with ease through the crowds, taking delight from the scene taking place, people selling crops and meat. She knew the scent of blood from the time she had killed a bird, it had broken it's wing so badly she had put it out of it's misery, she had cried for several nights unknown to her family. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell, having only ever eaten non meat produce she had rarely smelt the scent and it made bile slowly come up from the back of her throat.
Stopping when she came to a store, it had a sign indicating it was a smithies. Curious, she began to edge closer to it, the smoke billowed out but she didn't mind, much.finished but short