Post by ||+Zia+|| on Jul 13, 2005 0:02:22 GMT -5
The greenish ghost-like sillhouette (sp?) of the faerie mounted the steps leading up toward the docks. Zia walked slowly and diliberately (sp?) pass the massive trader's ships. The creaking of the boards below her tiny feet seemed to berade her for walking alone near a rowdy deck. She sighed, a sudden memory of something past rustling beneath her, nudging her brain to remember it. Zia blinked, her deep blue optics hazy with a mixture of confusion and frustration. She shook some hair clear from her lunar-struck face, the lock shimmering softly with light from the moon above. The girl, barely a woman, was a picture of the great moon herself. Aching lonliness, forever silenced and silent, and watching the world fly past her.
