Post by Athora on Dec 29, 2006 2:08:06 GMT -5
The River Siril, it begins in the foothills of the Meneltarma, flowing through the valley of Noirinan, and then flowed south towards the city of Nindamos, where it meets the sea in a small delta.
Athora had been heading towards Noirnan for the last few days. The days had stayed clear and sunny but with a fresh breeze to keep the heat off. Most days she would walk long the River side leading her horse, the green grass soft beneath her shoes.
Today was no different though her goal grew closer it was still some days distance, the sun warmed the ground at her feet as her horse followed obediently. Stoping so her horse could drink from the River Athora looked at the reflection. Her golden hair hang lose down her back, her blue dress with a light belt of gold and her waist and large bell sleeves that showed white embroidery inside when they fell back against her pale arms. The eyes that looked back shone the same colour as clean swift flowing River but the depth in them was not the same, Athora's eyes reflected the pain she still felt.
Athora had been heading towards Noirnan for the last few days. The days had stayed clear and sunny but with a fresh breeze to keep the heat off. Most days she would walk long the River side leading her horse, the green grass soft beneath her shoes.
Today was no different though her goal grew closer it was still some days distance, the sun warmed the ground at her feet as her horse followed obediently. Stoping so her horse could drink from the River Athora looked at the reflection. Her golden hair hang lose down her back, her blue dress with a light belt of gold and her waist and large bell sleeves that showed white embroidery inside when they fell back against her pale arms. The eyes that looked back shone the same colour as clean swift flowing River but the depth in them was not the same, Athora's eyes reflected the pain she still felt.
