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Fair Amaryllis · 03-26-2002, 03:52 PM

She looked at the guard with her peircing purple eyes (that nearly matched the purple of her hair). His grey-blue hair reminded her of a memory she had from a long time ago.

She had been playing in the preserve and chasing a butterfly when she had stumbled in her youthful clumsiness. She had gotten her then completely black hair (the purple is a sign of age) tangled in a bush. Then, a boy with grey-blue hair had kindly helped her. He untangled her hair and soothed her "ouchie" and then carried her swiftly back to the palace.

She had always held that memory. It was the first time someone had actually noticed her other than her parents. But then she grew older and her hair started growing purple streaks. She started getting noticed more and eventually she was named the prettiest elf of non-royalty. It was odd that she had never seen that man again.

She wondered even now why the memory emerged at this moment. Could this be the man who had helped her so long ago when she was merely a child?

Why did she feel a strange need to touch his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked? Why did she want to flee to be alone in her quarters? Why was he looking at her with that smile in his eyes? What was this sudden pressure in her chest?

All these new emotions were running through her at once. In her mind was a fierce battle between politeness or the desire to run and spare the humiliation of stumbling over her own words and making a complete fool out of herself. Even now he must surely be wondering why she had been staring at him in silence for what seemed like ages. She finally drew in a breath and said slowly and carefully

"I'm terribly sorry, It's just that you startled me and I was momentarily stunned." She smiled and tried to make light of it.

"It is not every day that a young maiden, especially one so pretty as you, is seen wandering around in the prison. Be careful there, she's a wild one in that cell."

Amaryllis looked at the girl behind the door. She looked no more feirce than a piece of field grass swaying in the wind. Fighting with the breeze to stay upright.

"She is but a child in looks. How is it that she is as wild as you say?"

[ March 26, 2002: Message edited by: Fair Amaryllis ]

03-26-2002, 03:52 PM	#17
Fair Amaryllis Haunting Spirit Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: the great halls of King Thranduil Posts: 58	She looked at the guard with her peircing purple eyes (that nearly matched the purple of her hair). His grey-blue hair reminded her of a memory she had from a long time ago. She had been playing in the preserve and chasing a butterfly when she had stumbled in her youthful clumsiness. She had gotten her then completely black hair (the purple is a sign of age) tangled in a bush. Then, a boy with grey-blue hair had kindly helped her. He untangled her hair and soothed her "ouchie" and then carried her swiftly back to the palace. She had always held that memory. It was the first time someone had actually noticed her other than her parents. But then she grew older and her hair started growing purple streaks. She started getting noticed more and eventually she was named the prettiest elf of non-royalty. It was odd that she had never seen that man again. She wondered even now why the memory emerged at this moment. Could this be the man who had helped her so long ago when she was merely a child? Why did she feel a strange need to touch his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked? Why did she want to flee to be alone in her quarters? Why was he looking at her with that smile in his eyes? What was this sudden pressure in her chest? All these new emotions were running through her at once. In her mind was a fierce battle between politeness or the desire to run and spare the humiliation of stumbling over her own words and making a complete fool out of herself. Even now he must surely be wondering why she had been staring at him in silence for what seemed like ages. She finally drew in a breath and said slowly and carefully "I'm terribly sorry, It's just that you startled me and I was momentarily stunned." She smiled and tried to make light of it. "It is not every day that a young maiden, especially one so pretty as you, is seen wandering around in the prison. Be careful there, she's a wild one in that cell." Amaryllis looked at the girl behind the door. She looked no more feirce than a piece of field grass swaying in the wind. Fighting with the breeze to stay upright. "She is but a child in looks. How is it that she is as wild as you say?" [ March 26, 2002: Message edited by: Fair Amaryllis ]