Post by moogle on Sept 24, 2008 18:57:47 GMT 10
The wind stirred the trees as the chirp of birds set the scene.
Vee's hazel eyes danced with a childish glee, her hands moving quickly about before her, casting red green and blue auras in their wake. This way and that she swung her hands, around in circles and about her head, twirling, whirling, the auras around her criss-crossed and aglow. Stopping suddenly, she paused a second, closing her eyes as her arms fell to her sides, the air about her shimmering...and then she snapped her fingers and all about her the auras danced, intertwining and flaring and blazing with all the vivid intensity of a shattered rainbow. Vee opened her eyes and smiled a sweet summery smile. Random acts of silly magic sure are fun, she thought to herself, still smiling. But this magic was only childs play...only the beggining.
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An Elvish girl, having long dwelt by her lonesome in the depths of a wood, the name of which has been surely lost. Vee is of lean build (Elves often tend to be this way afterall), though she is quite short, considering her race. Her hair, as are her eyes, is brown and can be seen to often waver as if there were a breeze, even if indeed there is not. Her exact age is a mystery, even to the animals that know her best, though one hundred and seventeen is a good a guess as any. Ever smiling, always odd and often downright silly, Vee is known to dabble in the druidic arts, both the known and the not so known.
Vee's hazel eyes danced with a childish glee, her hands moving quickly about before her, casting red green and blue auras in their wake. This way and that she swung her hands, around in circles and about her head, twirling, whirling, the auras around her criss-crossed and aglow. Stopping suddenly, she paused a second, closing her eyes as her arms fell to her sides, the air about her shimmering...and then she snapped her fingers and all about her the auras danced, intertwining and flaring and blazing with all the vivid intensity of a shattered rainbow. Vee opened her eyes and smiled a sweet summery smile. Random acts of silly magic sure are fun, she thought to herself, still smiling. But this magic was only childs play...only the beggining.
~
An Elvish girl, having long dwelt by her lonesome in the depths of a wood, the name of which has been surely lost. Vee is of lean build (Elves often tend to be this way afterall), though she is quite short, considering her race. Her hair, as are her eyes, is brown and can be seen to often waver as if there were a breeze, even if indeed there is not. Her exact age is a mystery, even to the animals that know her best, though one hundred and seventeen is a good a guess as any. Ever smiling, always odd and often downright silly, Vee is known to dabble in the druidic arts, both the known and the not so known.