Skie and Avery
04-11-09, 08:09 PM
Wesley... He had told her his name meant "glen or meadow or something like that" but she wasn't sure how much she believed him. To her, he was far from some place that stood season after season, content to be ravaged by nature and the gods. He was adventure, the sea breeze and the dawning of a new, hopeful day. Quite simply put, he was everything she needed.
Adventure had been a stranger to Skie dan Sabriel for years now. She'd been sequestered in a cottage deep within the Red Forest, humbled from national hero to a mere urban legend. When at last she'd pulled the thick curtains from her windows, setting out the door past the poorly tended winter garden and the crumbling well, she didn't have a destination in mind.
But, as always, the Great Library in Radasanth managed to find her. Her steps led her there like a dance from her memories, slow and ghostly. And atop the steps, Wesley.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/darthmaulnda/8fa5931ba55a40ef.jpg
Adventure had been a stranger to Skie dan Sabriel for years now. She'd been sequestered in a cottage deep within the Red Forest, humbled from national hero to a mere urban legend. When at last she'd pulled the thick curtains from her windows, setting out the door past the poorly tended winter garden and the crumbling well, she didn't have a destination in mind.
But, as always, the Great Library in Radasanth managed to find her. Her steps led her there like a dance from her memories, slow and ghostly. And atop the steps, Wesley.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/darthmaulnda/8fa5931ba55a40ef.jpg