Post by urghargh on Dec 11, 2010 16:49:52 GMT -5
"Something's coming but I can't see
Something's coming but I can't see
But I can't see
Drifting through sun-streaked days
And wispy nights
Of afterthoughts and fireflies
Careful now
There's no one around...."
She was singing sweetly as women do when they work in the fields or wash clothes, but it was night and she was sat by the woodland's edge.
Deep red hair divided into two pigtails for ease of care, a friendly face, not pretty but not unattractive...filled with a light of curiosity and a growing spirit.
No decoration save two brown ribbons in her plaits, no symbols, no rings, no earrings, no necklaces. A natural robe dyed with earthen hues.
A young woman, singing to the moon.
"Something's coming but I can't see
Something's coming but I can't see
But I can't see..."
Something's coming but I can't see
But I can't see
Drifting through sun-streaked days
And wispy nights
Of afterthoughts and fireflies
Careful now
There's no one around...."
She was singing sweetly as women do when they work in the fields or wash clothes, but it was night and she was sat by the woodland's edge.
Deep red hair divided into two pigtails for ease of care, a friendly face, not pretty but not unattractive...filled with a light of curiosity and a growing spirit.
No decoration save two brown ribbons in her plaits, no symbols, no rings, no earrings, no necklaces. A natural robe dyed with earthen hues.
A young woman, singing to the moon.
"Something's coming but I can't see
Something's coming but I can't see
But I can't see..."