Post by Lady Joanna Magnus on Dec 18, 2008 22:26:59 GMT -5
A heavy sigh erupted from the depths of Joanna's chest. She sat on a rock overlooking the vast moutain village of Talrin. For Joanna was its princess, its guardian, its only key to survival. The village was still rebuilding after two years from the dragon war. She held her iron up to the cloudy sky and looked at her pale reflection in it.
Joanna had pale moon blond hair, her eyes were an ice green blue in this light. Her eyes turned from the polished blade to the village below as a gentle rain began to fall upon her land. She stayed in place to watch her village, her home. Only until lightning struck down a large oak did she dare to move.
Joanna used her long blade and shoved it into the wet dirt to pull herself to her feet. Her booted feet stood firmly upon the grass. "My father, I do hope you can see me now. The war is long over and our people are recovering. I ask that you have found peace in where ever you are now," she said to the crying sky.
Thunder rolled out of the clouds, almost like a reply. With that sound, Joanna began to move back down to her village to check on her people and return to the shelther of her stately house.
Joanna had pale moon blond hair, her eyes were an ice green blue in this light. Her eyes turned from the polished blade to the village below as a gentle rain began to fall upon her land. She stayed in place to watch her village, her home. Only until lightning struck down a large oak did she dare to move.
Joanna used her long blade and shoved it into the wet dirt to pull herself to her feet. Her booted feet stood firmly upon the grass. "My father, I do hope you can see me now. The war is long over and our people are recovering. I ask that you have found peace in where ever you are now," she said to the crying sky.
Thunder rolled out of the clouds, almost like a reply. With that sound, Joanna began to move back down to her village to check on her people and return to the shelther of her stately house.
