Aylwen strolled gracefully down the…blood red carpet. She had not planned on being fashionably late to the party, but school had dictated otherwise. Who in Middle-Earth plans the Superfit two Mile Run on the day of the Barrow-Downs Anniversary party? Aylwen kept asking herself, but dismissed the issue after deciding to enjoy herself at the party.
Aylwen had originally intended on wearing funeral-type clothing, after all, it was a death day party. But Aylwen later decided that black would not suit for all the people of Middle-Earth that had not been invited, whose season fashion was taken from the clothing of those lucky enough to be going to the party. Aylwen, used to more casual clothing and her teams’ sports uniforms, had declined the offer from Dunland Dresses to wear one of their newest gowns. Instead, the bard had decided to wear comfortable brown breeches. Used to the military life, Aylwen’s parents had taught her to keep her boots spit-shined so that one could see their reflection, and the boots she wore to the party were no exception. Her tunic was a beige color, for it matched every sash Aylwen had tied around her waist. The scarves were all bright and colorful, and one was black with pale green embroidery on it, in honor of the Barrow-Downs’ colors. Her black hair was in loose curls, adorned with the pale green that so often reminded her of the Barrow-Downs.
The horrible cook had tried the previous night to bake chocolate chip cookies, adding a drop of green food coloring to the mix in attempts to bring out the green in things. Aylwen was unsuccessful in three whole batches of cookies, except for a few single cookies for each batch, which in the end were sneakily stolen by Aylwen’s younger and older siblings. So, the girl brought only a letter of apology for her lack of a proper gift.
Time to party!
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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