Post by Elladan on Jun 19, 2005 22:01:48 GMT -5
He stood at edge of the stairway leading to the simple but elegant entrance of the Library of Avalbane, nonchalantly leaning against a young, healthy tree, visage drawn, smile subtle and curious, eyes scanning back and forth as he breathed deeply, nostrils puffing upon the soft, yellow parchment before him...
Avareus was enveloped in the leather bound book that occupied his right hand, the left raised and ready to turn the page. It was mid morning, and the dew still clung to the land, unwilling to leave just yet- to be carried into the air by the sun's absorbent rays. His boots glittered with the tiny droplets that had collected earlier as he strolled from his quarters to the exterior enterance of the library. The blade at his side reflected the opaline light of the morning sun, shining brilliantly. A bow was strapped to his back, and quiver to his belt, along with a simple hunting knife. It was basic guard weaponry.
The guard sighed, turning the page intently, eager to continue on with the story he was reading. The longer strands of his ruddy locks trailed delicately onto the new page, soon blown away by another steady stream of air. He folded his left arm across his torso, thus rendered useless for the moment, hand now resting underneath the right elbow, peaceful and silent. Birds trilled sweetly in the distance, song ever present, reminding him of his physical position. His mind, however, was elsewhere, off in distance lands battling distant wars that, over leagues of time and reality, still seemed alive, present and somehow connected to him. No, reality told him he was a simple, lowly guard, not a noble warrior, honoured and loved, as in the story of the hide-bound book. So he parted from reality, just as his lips parted inadvertently, stormy eyes soft and lost, relentlessly scanning the pages in awe and wonder.
Avareus was enveloped in the leather bound book that occupied his right hand, the left raised and ready to turn the page. It was mid morning, and the dew still clung to the land, unwilling to leave just yet- to be carried into the air by the sun's absorbent rays. His boots glittered with the tiny droplets that had collected earlier as he strolled from his quarters to the exterior enterance of the library. The blade at his side reflected the opaline light of the morning sun, shining brilliantly. A bow was strapped to his back, and quiver to his belt, along with a simple hunting knife. It was basic guard weaponry.
The guard sighed, turning the page intently, eager to continue on with the story he was reading. The longer strands of his ruddy locks trailed delicately onto the new page, soon blown away by another steady stream of air. He folded his left arm across his torso, thus rendered useless for the moment, hand now resting underneath the right elbow, peaceful and silent. Birds trilled sweetly in the distance, song ever present, reminding him of his physical position. His mind, however, was elsewhere, off in distance lands battling distant wars that, over leagues of time and reality, still seemed alive, present and somehow connected to him. No, reality told him he was a simple, lowly guard, not a noble warrior, honoured and loved, as in the story of the hide-bound book. So he parted from reality, just as his lips parted inadvertently, stormy eyes soft and lost, relentlessly scanning the pages in awe and wonder.