Post by Eveline Delamort on Jun 19, 2014 23:58:19 GMT -5
There was nothing to do in this damn forest. Not if you kept out of the town, that is. Everything seemed to stem from here, all the life. Eveline needed life, in one way or another. With a sigh, she had finally resigned herself to returning. It had been a few days since she had met that handsome man on that strange beach. Hopefully nothing had stirred up in town due to that little incident. Eveline didn't want trouble and she wasn't here to cause any.
In her brief self-inflicted exile from this little town, Eveline had been practicing her glamours--and they had grown stronger. When she walked into town with a guise of a perky blond faintly resembling her, Eveline knew she wouldn't be recognized. She didn't really know what to do here, though. Shop? She had nothing to barter with. Feed? That was not a wise choice, whether or not she was hungry. In the end, the girl was left to wander the streets. Browse the shops. What a boring life. Eveline craved something more exciting, even if she knew it wouldn't be good for her.
With her guise, Eveline appeared to have short, blond curls framing a blushing face with an attractive mole on her cheek. Her teeth were normal and there was no imperfection on her neck. She was even a little taller, and her clothes differed from her usual wear: a blue blouse and dark pants. The only similarity was that peculiar, red flower she had taken a liking to.
Danyal Brights
In her brief self-inflicted exile from this little town, Eveline had been practicing her glamours--and they had grown stronger. When she walked into town with a guise of a perky blond faintly resembling her, Eveline knew she wouldn't be recognized. She didn't really know what to do here, though. Shop? She had nothing to barter with. Feed? That was not a wise choice, whether or not she was hungry. In the end, the girl was left to wander the streets. Browse the shops. What a boring life. Eveline craved something more exciting, even if she knew it wouldn't be good for her.
With her guise, Eveline appeared to have short, blond curls framing a blushing face with an attractive mole on her cheek. Her teeth were normal and there was no imperfection on her neck. She was even a little taller, and her clothes differed from her usual wear: a blue blouse and dark pants. The only similarity was that peculiar, red flower she had taken a liking to.
Danyal Brights
