|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 3:35 pm
The room is decorated tastefully with a wooden bed with an emerald cover, a writing desk before the large glass window, a standing wardrobe, a painting of a rose, emerald curtains and a baby grand piano. There is a balcony that extends out of the dorm.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 3:39 pm
The moon shone in through the window onto the writing desk as Itotia sat writing a very detailed letter to the Corps, giving orders and updates as to when she will come back. She looked outside and sighed, knowing a courier dragon wouldn't be along until sunlight, and there were no Fleur-de-nuits that were bred from captured dragons long ago to be had anywhere in these parts. She sealed the letter and sat at her piano, playing Clair de Lune for practice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 4:03 pm
Itotia dragged Elizibeth into her room and laid her on the bed. She went out to converse with the small dragon that was perched on her balcony. Elizibeth laid and stared at the ceiling, feeling exhaustion coming over her again. Itotia came back through, kissed Elizibeth on the forehead, and left, locking the exits with a skeleton key.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
