Post by The Librarian on Sept 2, 2011 6:02:00 GMT -8
Sage sat at her desk thinking about what Ian has shown her, and how so much of the Fae knowledge they had left was oral tradition. Using the reflection in her scrying bowl to visualize Ian's lesson Sage absently began scratching at her arm... the beginnings of her blossoms were appearing under her skin soon they would want to be free to drink in the spring rains and bask in the sunshine. Idly her mind wandered as her fingers caresses the tiny bumps on her arm; she thought of Connor, the young man hired to help at the bar. It had been close to a year since she last saw him and hoped he was doing ok on what ever path he had followed. Connor and Sage hadn't spent a whole lot of time together, a few conversations here and there but he seems a genuinely nice man. Sage had offered to share her budding with him, but he was never seen agan.
It had been a year since her rebirth in summer, her golden tones replacing the soft greens of spring. Sage felt vibrant and alive; her mind savouring new knowledge and her body the closeness of new friends. Sage smiled down at her arm realizing what she was doing, her budding ment new seeds and new lives to be set free on the winds of Sosaria. Sage thought of Xander, her fondness for him had grown much over the past few months. His enchantment seem so natural, a sharing that had developed into a strong friendship. Sage prepared each month spending time overlooking the vast expanse of crystal forests on Malas, drawing form their beauty the kiss of glamour in is raw natural form. Returning to the freehold and sending off her wisp to find him and draw him to her... perhaps Xander would like to share her budding, share with her in returning to spring... So the cycle repeats as the wheel turns...
It had been a year since her rebirth in summer, her golden tones replacing the soft greens of spring. Sage felt vibrant and alive; her mind savouring new knowledge and her body the closeness of new friends. Sage smiled down at her arm realizing what she was doing, her budding ment new seeds and new lives to be set free on the winds of Sosaria. Sage thought of Xander, her fondness for him had grown much over the past few months. His enchantment seem so natural, a sharing that had developed into a strong friendship. Sage prepared each month spending time overlooking the vast expanse of crystal forests on Malas, drawing form their beauty the kiss of glamour in is raw natural form. Returning to the freehold and sending off her wisp to find him and draw him to her... perhaps Xander would like to share her budding, share with her in returning to spring... So the cycle repeats as the wheel turns...