Date Posted:15:37:41 08/21/02 Wed Author: Lavaris Subject: ~the little boy bounds up happily, and slows down as he approaches~
~he stops in front of the door and knocks shyly, quickly becoming nervous, he runs his hands through unruly crimson hair and noticing the smudges on his tunic he rubs at them in vain, hoping the master harper will not notice..not having a mirror he fails to notice the more obvious smudges across his cheek and forehead~