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Date Posted: 17:55:52 06/18/02 Tue
Author: R�dia
Subject: { nymph }

A fierce sun kisses the horizon, tendrils of color leaping out, tounges of flame mingling with the fast emerging muave and sapphire hues of night. With a single droplet of water as a vessel, shades of infinite beauty dance on the wind. A single leaf can be highlighted with the glow of a thousand flickering torches. Stunning, as always. A wisp of a Dwi snakes through the dense weave surrounding the serene vale. A tawny leather pack rides on a weary shoulder. Hair cast of russet and gold flares into a riot of flame kissed color. Eyes fashioned of azure and silver behold the scene with so mush indiference. Bronzed features molded as if stolen from an angel. Deepset pools create the illusion of constant profond mediataion. Mouth is drawn and soft, generous and full. Youth's full bloom lingers on her cheeks. Not bad for just two dozen years.

Beautiful...Seen it all before, hun. Must you be so static! Beauty is as beauty does. What is beauty any way? It's very subjective. There is no real standard by which to judge. Just the asthetic tastes of the critic Shut up, you are so depressing. And what were you not three hours ago. 'Come to me, my brothers and sisters in misery!' Please.

A distressed expression fixes itself on her finely chisled face as she picks her way through the thicket and then into the sparsely populated weald. She offers quite the vision for the sore eye, a lithe and desirable form, taught but not scrawny, wiry but not anorexically skinny, willowy but not dwarfing. Plain leather garb hugs a shapely frame, petite hips girded by tawny circiture securing rapier, which had been removed at the time of the foray to the [failed] bonding ceremony.

Lissome femminique plants herself circa large oak. Leaning her head against the rough skin, she closes eyelids over fathomless pools and beings to sing, a haunting dirge in a forigen tounge, to an intoxicating, if unheard rythmn.

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