At the dawn, you hold them near, A doe to fawn, they are your dear
As rain lashes at my window, I seek to forget, That my only companions, Are my dark regrets
“We should set off at once!” Kaylin insisted, turning on her heel and proceeding to march in the general direction Lex had suggested they travel to reach Leeria.
My days are empty, They pass me by, My nights are hollow, You ask me why
There is a fear I feel at night, When the stars are not so bright
Sun-kissed tips, Of mountain's blue bliss
Though his step was light, Stentis quickly found that that which had served him so well on streets of cobbles or hard-packed earth made little difference in the spongey marshland terrain. No matter how sparsely he set his feet, the soft soles of his boots would quickly sink into the noxious soil. This annoyed him greatly.
Like a feral cat, an alluringly beautiful woman, dressed in tight-fitting leather armor, trimmed in green, a woodland cloak draped about her shoulders, crept through the underbrush of the sparse forestlands. Though youthful to all appearances, her olive skin unblemished and long, brown locks untouched by even a single grey or white strand, the curving point of her long ears and depths of her chestnut eyes bespoke an age far elder than her visage suggested. Beyond this, her light, measured steps and comfort with which she handled the deftly crafted longbow in her elegant hands, suggested a veritable lifetime of perfected craft. As it currently stood, said perfected craft was focused entirely on a young buck standing at the center of a small clearing littered with wildflowers before her.
A Queen we had, A woman fair, A Queen we had, Beyond compare
We do not belong, On this planet of ours