Date Posted:08:09:10 12/29/01 Sat Author: Henrya*green flit Majorth Subject: ~/\~
The girl of just fourteen turns crept in, her light brown hair falling down to her waist. It wasn't curly, but more wavy and wild. Even though she was walking slowly, her green eyes showed her exhaustion, from riding all the way from Lemos to here, Honshu Weyrhold. Not wanting to cause a stir, she had snuck off with a Candidate's robe and hastily put it on, preparing to go to the Sands, and see if there was a green like her beloved little flit Majorth, that was waiting for her.
Majorth was nearly dizzy with happiness, and had to be silenced by Henrya so the little green flit wouldn't give them away.
