Naphe
04-09-06, 10:17 PM
(Underscored Intro-Needs Work)(3-10)
(Self-Improvement Judging)
Morning light beamed through the creaked open windows, signaling the start of a new day. Merchant charts beginning their routine as several eager merchandisers headed from the town plaza. Cat calls by some of the quicker merchants took birth, followed closely by the awakening songs of the morning birds. In a few noticable moments the city was soon in full roar, fuzed by the many sounds emitted by the average day to day city life.
Curina slowly rising from her tan wool blanketed bed sat up. Her hair frayed, and the urge to just fall over to sleep again still grasping hard. Yet quite abruptly she awoke as she heard the approarching sound of echoing footsteps. Curina still in her undergarments, wrapped the wool blanket around her. Finishing the task quickly with a few moments to spare as there was a knock at her room door. Rising slowly, she trudged towards the door clutching the blanket tightly. Switching the duties of her hands as she arrived, still holding with one hand the blanket about her, slowly cracked open the door.
A woman stood before her, and in her late twenties, and almost immediately Curina knew who it was. It was Urial, the innkeeper as well as one of her most trustworthy friends, and the same woman who had taken her into her generious arms so long ago. Reflecting momentarily on the past Curina remembered how they had first met, almost in an identical matter as she had just now. The memories she wished to forget, yet at the same still sought to find answers to them...
(Self-Improvement Judging)
Morning light beamed through the creaked open windows, signaling the start of a new day. Merchant charts beginning their routine as several eager merchandisers headed from the town plaza. Cat calls by some of the quicker merchants took birth, followed closely by the awakening songs of the morning birds. In a few noticable moments the city was soon in full roar, fuzed by the many sounds emitted by the average day to day city life.
Curina slowly rising from her tan wool blanketed bed sat up. Her hair frayed, and the urge to just fall over to sleep again still grasping hard. Yet quite abruptly she awoke as she heard the approarching sound of echoing footsteps. Curina still in her undergarments, wrapped the wool blanket around her. Finishing the task quickly with a few moments to spare as there was a knock at her room door. Rising slowly, she trudged towards the door clutching the blanket tightly. Switching the duties of her hands as she arrived, still holding with one hand the blanket about her, slowly cracked open the door.
A woman stood before her, and in her late twenties, and almost immediately Curina knew who it was. It was Urial, the innkeeper as well as one of her most trustworthy friends, and the same woman who had taken her into her generious arms so long ago. Reflecting momentarily on the past Curina remembered how they had first met, almost in an identical matter as she had just now. The memories she wished to forget, yet at the same still sought to find answers to them...