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Lady Alainn
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Original poster
Early evening's leafy shadows stole across the young elven maid's still form as she lay slumbering on one of the Great Oak's broad branches. One arm crooked behind her head and rested against the tree trunk while the other draped across her abdomen and gently rose and fell with each breath. A leg dangled languidly from the limb as the slipper on its other end balanced haphazardly on her big toe. With her finely chiseled features relaxed and full lips smiling softly as she dreamed high above the ground, she made a very pretty picture.
The unruly chocolate tresses that normally cascaded down her back were piled atop her head in a loose bun. Several strands of hair had escaped and tickled her nose. She swatted them away as if they were a fly. Down, down, down fell the shoe until a light thump signaled it had reached the ground.
"Hm?" She stirred enough to open a vividly green eye. It was then that she noticed the odd quiver in the bark upon which she rested. Scooting herself into a sitting position, she straddled the branch and placed a hand on the trunk. Footsteps. She frowned, lifted her hand away for a moment, and then placed it back again. It was true, the tree was vibrating with strange footsteps.
The unruly chocolate tresses that normally cascaded down her back were piled atop her head in a loose bun. Several strands of hair had escaped and tickled her nose. She swatted them away as if they were a fly. Down, down, down fell the shoe until a light thump signaled it had reached the ground.
"Hm?" She stirred enough to open a vividly green eye. It was then that she noticed the odd quiver in the bark upon which she rested. Scooting herself into a sitting position, she straddled the branch and placed a hand on the trunk. Footsteps. She frowned, lifted her hand away for a moment, and then placed it back again. It was true, the tree was vibrating with strange footsteps.