Date Posted:16:43:26 09/01/02 Sun Author: Kanilea Subject: A young elf walks among the carvings...
she drags her finger through the work. She can sence somthing about this place. Not really good or evil but just 'is'. She stops and stars at a seiries of carvings showing an abscrue ritual. "Why can't I figure it out," she says to her self quietly, while letting her head fall gently on to the rock. she lets herself fall to the ground. Closeing her eyes she listens to the movement of the wind over the rocks.
