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Post by Talbot Linsorim on Jul 13, 2007 21:20:54 GMT -5
Yes. She had been gone. But not without good reason. Yes. She had changed. But not without good cause. And now she had returned with hopes of attaining more than she had ever dreamed. The once golden haired alchemist had returned with new scars lacing down her spine and over her left arm- weaving as if thorns and vines had taken root and been burned out of her body, a new scythe with a blade of the deepest crimson and a handle of the darkest mahogany with gems no brighter than cinnamon and no darker than that of month old blood. She had grown several inches, filled out in many places- she was unrecognizable...unless one had known her rather well. She had changed for good reason- she had been changed and now she was in full acceptance. Her clothing had never been seen before, made of rare materials no one could have fathomed existed until now. But the change which shone above all other was her hair. Her once short and honey colored hair was now as black as midnight and fell to her thighs. A change which again came and had to be accepted. Turning her head from side to side, around her, behind her and next to her flew, walked and rode the many elemental rodents who were her familiars. Her scythe pole tapped on the ground gently, sending out vibrations for her to follow. As- she inhaled the sweet scents of the school, she stopped, home. Finally. Home. The charmed cart behind her coming to a complete stop, the many bags shifting as it did. Reaching out an open hand, she offered a smile, " It is good to see you again."
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