Λnɑrɑthien 【Λɳɲɑ】 ϩerindë
The Water Ancient
Calming rivers.
Anna walked, slowly, along a river's edge, not really doing anything. Her Soul Partner was off on his own business: whatever Dragons do these days. She twirled her spear in her hand, mentally practicing some of the moves that her Master had taught her. Anna sidestepped an imaginary opponent, slashing and dodging smoothly. It took but a few seconds before Anna was done with an imaginary 20-men army. She sighed and started using the spear as a walking stick. The sky was becoming lighter yet darker, just like every dusk. It was getting late. Anna began to wonder if her Soul Partner had forgotten about her. No. Anna shook her head, answering her own question. That was not how Lance was. He would flood every forest and desert in the Lands to find her, as she would do the same for him.
The sun was now behind the trees. The sky was a light orange with tints of pink and crimson. Anna pushed her light blue hair back from her eyes and tied it in a ponytail; it has become loose during her little walk-imaginary battle. It trailed behind her as she began to make her way towards the camp. "Maybe Lance will be there," Anna thought. Her spear gripped tightly in her left hand, Anna scaled a small cliff before landing lightly in a forest area. She wandered throughout the forest, moving towards the camp in a slow fashion.
Raging seas.
Water is life just as it may be death.
Cisala Elden
I feel horrible because I haven't posted in SO long. . . ^^' Sorry.