Jasmin Jaquine
05-19-2008, 21:11
*A breeze brushes over your skin as the air warms all around; the chill of winter's last icy touch is fading fast as a light shimmers at the edge of the woods she calls her home, the queen emerging as her red locks trail back over her shoulders and flow in the gusts that are a constantly surrounding.*
It seems I have been sought out and my name called. I have returned once more to these lands, intent to make my presence known and to meet the new residences here once more.
It seems I have been sought out and my name called. I have returned once more to these lands, intent to make my presence known and to meet the new residences here once more.