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05-04-2003, 10:45 PM | #11 |
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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A young woman of indeterminate race, cloaked and hooded, entered the common room. She glanced around shyly, hoping that someone, anyone would look at her, or speak to her, or even welcome her. It had never happened anywhere else. She didn't expect it here, though there was something gentle about this place. Something homelike, about this land called the Shire.
Everyone seemed to be in a group. Except for a lone elf with a writing pad. She seemed to be observing everyone, even as she sipped her wine. Perhaps this person could be a friend. Except the woman knew that if this elf were to meet her, the elf would turn away like all the others did. No one wanted any part of someone who didn't even know her own name. If she could find her name, perhaps someone would want to know her. The woman started to approach the elf, then thought better of it. This elf was probably like every other person the woman had ever met. Still, she could try. Now decided, the woman stepped farther into the room. ---------------- I hope this is okay. I've never done this before. |
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