Postby Beau Soir » Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:14 pm
(OOC: Sorry, everyone! ^__^; Here we go...)
Ilia stood alone on the bank in Ordon spring. She softly hummed a tune to herself as the shallow water sifted through her fingers. The spirit's spring was always a relaxing and welcome retreat, and it soothed her soul to be there... though returning to the village was on her mind, as there was still more work to be done after her midday break.
"Hm... Maybe I should go soon..." She said thoughtfully, and straightened up as her hands left the water. The allure of the spring was tempting to keep her, but being the responsible young woman that she was, it wasn't enough.
With a slight nod of determination, she turned to go.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
--James Arthur BaldwinCharm is deceptive, beauty is fleeting,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
(Proverbs 31:30)♪