

The Seductive Masquerade23rd Lastleaf, 5667 (3427 AN)The Seductive Masquerade
She sat in the moonlight, her fiery red hair shimmering against the dark green background, lit by the stars, thinking as she had done through so many moons. The quiet whisper of the cool wind chilled her, and Lyrisa pulled her dark grey cloak tighter around her. She closed her eyes and tried listening for the sounds of the nature that surrounded her as her sisters so often did when they needed to be comforted. Softly sighing, she could hear the sounds of the grass swaying, of the leaves bristling in the wind, of the nightingale singing in a nearby hollow, but she coul


ConfessionsJalina laid down on upon the bed and glanced around her new surroundings. Despite her best intentions to unpack the few belongings she retained, the filled chests were still sitting upon the rather bare floors, unopened, as she wondered if she could ever bring herself to establish a new home. She sighed heavily at the thought, and instead decided to rummage through her pack for the leather-bound journal in which she often wrote her confessions. The vultak quill she had managed to keep with her for many moons slightly stuck out of the book, and she lightly caressed the feathery end before ransacking her bag forConfessions


Of Cloudless ClimesThe dream still at the forefront of her jumbled thoughts, Lyrisa threw her blankets from her body and retrieved her armor from its usual bedside place. The long ivory nightgown she usually wore to bed draped about her body in the moonlight, hiding her lithe figure beneath its folds, was carelessly tossed onto the bed as she finished dressing and placing her weapons in their respective sheaths. She swiftly and gracefully moved across the boudoir, her silvery hair sparkling despite the dimness, to her relatively empty closet, where she removed her deep grey cloak from its hook.Of Cloudless Climes
Tenderly grasping the pendant ab


Yesterday is but a DreamLyrisa bolted upright from the comforts of her bed, her body drenched with sweat. The screams of the ages were still ringing through her head as she shook in an attempt to physically force them from her mind. Her blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight that danced about her room, playing with the shadows she could not manage to penetrate.Yesterday is but a Dream
She grumbled to herself, “So tired of this dream.”
Laying back into the softness of her bed, she closed her eyes and began to think, for she knew sleep would not occur again this eve. The dream had been repeating over and over for sev
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