Post by Lindethiel on Apr 20, 2006 18:27:48 GMT -5
She sat atop a fencepost, with more grace than most still upon a chair far wider and more easily accessed, many feet above the ground still unthawed of it's memory if winter. The sun's accumliating warms hadnt yet purdged it's superfluous depths of soil, home only to the downtrodden wisps of what may once have been called grass, who also seemed uncertain of whether or not they were inclined to grow aglaze with their weak green tints at the becon of spring, or to wither into ambiguity because of the cold's determination to remain unsubsided.
Her eyes were also cold and grey now as the sky that watched over the currently uneventful hills of imposing greeness. Her hair was non-chalantly tied behind her head, the auburn-brown strands who avioded capture had flung themselves shamlessly in the wind.
Her clothes could have been those of a male ranger, if it hadnt been for their size to fit a woman. She herself may have been thought a man as well if it wanst for her finely featured body and womanly, yet suprisingly incredulous, face. How her mother would repromand her at seeing her dirtied fingernails, worn hands, skin arough from nearly constant bladework, hair uncared about. Yet Lindethiel did not think of her mother right now, nor what she'd say if she could see her once-noble daughter without her mask that was her status.
She was never not beautiful. Even in the midst of a raging war, silluetted by dust and dirty and blood and death and enemy, she was radiant and could still shine like the blade who's glimmer gave her more pride than her own. Yet when not hidden within the layers that were her encamped life, her radiance glowed far purer than it ever had anung grand halls and captivity. Without the chains that was her father, her beauty was free and imaculete, surpassing that of those she had been so frequently compared.
Lindethiel grew restless now. She felt a westarly wind blowing. A storm would soon be upon them and leaving now had no point. She meant to get to Lothlorien, but she had over a week before she needed to reach the White Lady's Realm. She ahd need to see the mirror for she had felt great disturbances of late and needed her worried proved or dissolved.
She wore no cloak over her and the wind penatrated to her core. It was unnaturally cool for this time of year, yet Lindethiel liked the cold. She stood up on the post where she had been perched and lept to the ground. She'd put the horse in before the rain came.
