Post by uryviellessien on Jan 24, 2006 18:46:28 GMT -5
The Inne was silent as a grave, candles lit in wavering succession around the whole of the downstairs area and alone... at a table sat Uryviel. Her flaxen hair of gold, drifting in pale shadows about her face and shoulders. Head bent forward reading... it would seem intently the words written upon pages that had long yellowed with age. It was her diary that had her attention so engrossed, a book that she had not opened in quite some time. Upon her face was a look that could only be described as a mixture of happiness and perplexity. At times a smile would drift there on slightly parted lips and others... a frown. The years had been kind to Uryviel, she had not aged at all it would seem. But then again that was the way with Elven kind, the years that took their toll on so many would not touch the immortal. She continued to turn the pages with incurious flicks of her fingers, a bit of hair that had grown a bit whiter in color over the years was the only sign of any age that had touched her... well that and the fact of the wiseness that she had gained, it was still etched deeply into her face. Eyes, the green of the sea scanned the words upon each page, it all seemed a lifetime ago.[glow=red,2,300][/glow]
