2012-02-09, 08:10 PM (ISO 8601)
Re: Heroes of the Fall
Shirvan waited. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
The door open, and Dasque stood before him. She was shorter than him, a full head shorter to be precise, by she was similar to his features. The same hair, the same edge to the cheekbones. Some thought the same self-assuredness, but Dasque was willing to hide it under layers, to put it aside for her relationship with her siblings, something that had helped those relationships immensely.
"Shirvan, a pleasant surprise. I was hoping to sit next to you at the banquet." She was dressed only in one layer, a short nightgown that covered her well. I think I had just figured what to wear for the occassion. I think I'll wear the dress that the First Spirit made for me... with an added improvement."
Last edited by daelrog; 2012-02-10 at 02:19 AM.