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Esgallhugwen · 07-23-2003, 10:09 PM

Taking up her pack Esgallhugwen walked back through the door, stumbling slightly her leg had begun to ache. She grimaced at what just happened, anger washed over her slightly clenching her pale fists underneath her green cloak.

She passes by the merry folk, afraid unwilling to stop to talk or to look. Walking by as fast as she could without making it look like she was frantic and upset.

Her cloak raising up after her revealing her raiment of dark and light greens with a blue silver shirt underneath, her dark brown belt embossed with elvish knotwork. Similar embossed gauntlets she had bound tightly around her lower arms. A silver chain was hung about her neck, twisted frail knots and in the midst of it was a moon-stone.

Taking no heed of the scurrying people about her she flew up the stairs, and quickly finding her room she entered into it. Closing the door, she unpacked some of her belongings and undid her cloak; pulled up a chair and sat by the window looking at the night sky.

[ July 24, 2003: Message edited by: Esgallhugwen ]

07-23-2003, 10:09 PM	#28
Esgallhugwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Where the Moon cries against the snow Posts: 526	Taking up her pack Esgallhugwen walked back through the door, stumbling slightly her leg had begun to ache. She grimaced at what just happened, anger washed over her slightly clenching her pale fists underneath her green cloak. She passes by the merry folk, afraid unwilling to stop to talk or to look. Walking by as fast as she could without making it look like she was frantic and upset. Her cloak raising up after her revealing her raiment of dark and light greens with a blue silver shirt underneath, her dark brown belt embossed with elvish knotwork. Similar embossed gauntlets she had bound tightly around her lower arms. A silver chain was hung about her neck, twisted frail knots and in the midst of it was a moon-stone. Taking no heed of the scurrying people about her she flew up the stairs, and quickly finding her room she entered into it. Closing the door, she unpacked some of her belongings and undid her cloak; pulled up a chair and sat by the window looking at the night sky. [ July 24, 2003: Message edited by: Esgallhugwen ] __________________ "...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others. -8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"