Post by Ananel on Oct 4, 2009 17:21:38 GMT -8
Ananel was never one to really buy into the ideals of love and marriage. She didn't understand how love meant anything until 532 years ago. The man who was supposed to be her betrothed had struck her to her very core the first time she saw him. This sensation had been strange to the then 15 year old. But, as with everything in the tragic little mage's life, everything went sour, and she bared the physical and emotional scars to prove it.
Shaking her head in the strong wind, she settled herself down on a park bench in the park, pulling her ancient tome from her shoulder bag. Wind always helped her feel better, and on a clear night, she could see the strands of magic that held the world together. For years, she had studied the strings between mortals and immortals alike, with little understanding of what they were. She had never had any strings attached to her, which she found odd. Perhaps the ancient book would finally tell her something useful on these ropes, but she doubted it. So, she sat and watched the webs weave themselves, book held securely in her lap, alone for the time being.
Shaking her head in the strong wind, she settled herself down on a park bench in the park, pulling her ancient tome from her shoulder bag. Wind always helped her feel better, and on a clear night, she could see the strands of magic that held the world together. For years, she had studied the strings between mortals and immortals alike, with little understanding of what they were. She had never had any strings attached to her, which she found odd. Perhaps the ancient book would finally tell her something useful on these ropes, but she doubted it. So, she sat and watched the webs weave themselves, book held securely in her lap, alone for the time being.
