Post by Alloya Pendragon on Oct 1, 2005 9:16:56 GMT -7
soft golden rays of light filter through the tall trees of a large dense forest,
all around garlands of flowers & berries decorate the smaller
shrubbery the soft sound of bells ringing through the air...
there is a clearing ahead, the shrubry making an eerie path toward an ornate throne,
decorated perhaps... but made from vines of all sorts...
a woman clad in silver robes sits upon the throne a garland of flowers & foliage from every season upon her brow like a crown befitting a queen of a fearie realm...
she also wears a smile on soft cherry red lips. her long honey brown hair also decorated with small flowers...
she had a soft round face her eyes were the color of the velvety summer grass that covered the ground of this place like a fine carpet..
the startling color a contrast to the alabaster hue of her soft skin...
she wore no adornment save for the ever present smile & a mostly unseen silver barette that held up a small whisp of hair...
the feeling of lucidity flowing through this place...
soft colors, soft light...inviting.. like a good dream...
she raises a hand toward any new comer beckoning them forward in welcome to join the feast that would soon appear...
"Dine with me in the Summerland & be at peace, for the Halls of Arcadia are open once more! Welcome to all that venture with a pure heart!"
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all around garlands of flowers & berries decorate the smaller
shrubbery the soft sound of bells ringing through the air...
there is a clearing ahead, the shrubry making an eerie path toward an ornate throne,
decorated perhaps... but made from vines of all sorts...
a woman clad in silver robes sits upon the throne a garland of flowers & foliage from every season upon her brow like a crown befitting a queen of a fearie realm...
she also wears a smile on soft cherry red lips. her long honey brown hair also decorated with small flowers...
she had a soft round face her eyes were the color of the velvety summer grass that covered the ground of this place like a fine carpet..
the startling color a contrast to the alabaster hue of her soft skin...
she wore no adornment save for the ever present smile & a mostly unseen silver barette that held up a small whisp of hair...
the feeling of lucidity flowing through this place...
soft colors, soft light...inviting.. like a good dream...
she raises a hand toward any new comer beckoning them forward in welcome to join the feast that would soon appear...
"Dine with me in the Summerland & be at peace, for the Halls of Arcadia are open once more! Welcome to all that venture with a pure heart!"
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