Post by spastic bard on Oct 17, 2008 20:20:15 GMT -5
(Praise Erevan! This is the first time I have successfully written ANYTHING for my high school moon elf. She ends up becoming a rogue/shadowdancer, but she was raised by a bunch of bards and was expected to do the same. Thankfully, she found her calling before shit hit the fan)
The pieces of parchment cracked and blackened as the fires in the pit took their toll. Passively a young elf stood and watched; her green eyes dull even in the reflection of the dancing flames. Maybe her elder was right. There was no way she could ever become a good performer. She thought she knew sorrow, and heartbreak, but nothing in her past compared to the sight of her hard work being tossed into the glowing embers by her elder. The weight that settled in her chest was one she had never felt before. This was for the better, really.
The pieces of parchment cracked and blackened as the fires in the pit took their toll. Passively a young elf stood and watched; her green eyes dull even in the reflection of the dancing flames. Maybe her elder was right. There was no way she could ever become a good performer. She thought she knew sorrow, and heartbreak, but nothing in her past compared to the sight of her hard work being tossed into the glowing embers by her elder. The weight that settled in her chest was one she had never felt before. This was for the better, really.