Post by Kale on Nov 12, 2005 16:59:17 GMT -5
The sound of crunching leaves echoed about in the cold silence of twilight. Most creatures of the daylight hours would have retreated into their dens and homes as the shadows of the night slithered their way across the trees, casting the forest into night. But this night there seemed someone wandering about in a manner that showed the traveler was oblivious to the dangers that could be held in store.
This traveler was a young girl, looking no older than 10 years of age. Her skin wasn't pale, like most of the residents of the two great manors. Instead, it held a noticable, but not drastic, hint of African decent. The girls choice of clothing was odd at that. Over-alls, that were not full legged, but shorts instead. Very short shorts. Or maybe it was just the fact her legs were etremly long and skinny. Either way, it showed a good bit of the skin on her legs. Beneath the overalls she wore a shirt with far too long sleaves, and rainbow stripes.
The only real protection she had from the growing cold was a sweatshirt tied around her waist, that if she had worn would have fallen down to about her knees.
Her hair was pulled into three curly pigtails, the arched upwards before falling down to about her shoulders. Each one of them was tied off at both the base and the head with diffrent items; a paperclip, a small plastic flower, red and blue ribbons, and a yellow and green bead.
Yellow cowboy boots crunched against the leaves as she picked up a stick off the ground, and whacking a dead bush with it. She seemed to oblivious to the fact most of the sun had finally slipped beyond the horizon, and it seemed the way the trees rustled and made odd sounds didn't snap her out of her fantasy world. As she continued to walk, she seemed to be speaking to someone who wasn't even there.
"All I'm saying, Sir Minigan, is that if someone's going to let the animals into the castle, they should at LEAST make sure they clean up after themselves!" There was a pause, then: "Oh, fine. You can be that way. But next time Matilda isn't going to clean it up. YOU are."
This traveler was a young girl, looking no older than 10 years of age. Her skin wasn't pale, like most of the residents of the two great manors. Instead, it held a noticable, but not drastic, hint of African decent. The girls choice of clothing was odd at that. Over-alls, that were not full legged, but shorts instead. Very short shorts. Or maybe it was just the fact her legs were etremly long and skinny. Either way, it showed a good bit of the skin on her legs. Beneath the overalls she wore a shirt with far too long sleaves, and rainbow stripes.
The only real protection she had from the growing cold was a sweatshirt tied around her waist, that if she had worn would have fallen down to about her knees.
Her hair was pulled into three curly pigtails, the arched upwards before falling down to about her shoulders. Each one of them was tied off at both the base and the head with diffrent items; a paperclip, a small plastic flower, red and blue ribbons, and a yellow and green bead.
Yellow cowboy boots crunched against the leaves as she picked up a stick off the ground, and whacking a dead bush with it. She seemed to oblivious to the fact most of the sun had finally slipped beyond the horizon, and it seemed the way the trees rustled and made odd sounds didn't snap her out of her fantasy world. As she continued to walk, she seemed to be speaking to someone who wasn't even there.
"All I'm saying, Sir Minigan, is that if someone's going to let the animals into the castle, they should at LEAST make sure they clean up after themselves!" There was a pause, then: "Oh, fine. You can be that way. But next time Matilda isn't going to clean it up. YOU are."