Post by Imrel on Feb 1, 2004 21:03:12 GMT
*A somber expression passes over her face.*
You are noble, and graceful, and you guard your secrets well. I would think your father has been a caring teacher, and a very admired king.
*She looks up, her eyes meeting his.*
But this I read in your face and voice more than your bow. A weapon may be an open book, but I cannot turn the pages.
You are noble, and graceful, and you guard your secrets well. I would think your father has been a caring teacher, and a very admired king.
*She looks up, her eyes meeting his.*
But this I read in your face and voice more than your bow. A weapon may be an open book, but I cannot turn the pages.