I, Selucian Dantares, have never struggled for words. It is a fact that I take pride in. Very few have had the opportunity to study under the great orator and writer, Crusforo. I count myself among those select few... But how do I even begin to describe in words what has transpired today. As I reflect on it, it seems to me as a dream... one I do not soon want to wake from, for the image has captured my soul! The memory of her beauty alone still fills my eyes with tears. Alas! I find that I perhaps may be a sentimental and emotional man after all!
I shall do my best to explain.
I have come to the woods beyond K'sep in search of the mineral called Zsusmer. But what I have found is fast becoming far more valuable to me... I came upon her while traversing the woodland with little on my mind but the description of the mineral I saught. In truth, she was aware of my presence long before I was aware of hers.
I had just pushed aside a branch and entered a calm glade that was shadowed under the canopy of towering sycamores. I was staring at the ground like a fool, when I heard the sweetest sounding voice that has ever touched my ears. I looked up, startled, and discovered a maiden sitting before me beneath a pale tree with fuscia colored blossoms that seemed to glow. She did not run away at my sudden intrusion. Indeed, she did not appear afraid at all.
She spoke again... her language was unfamiliar to me, but the tone was kind. I stumbled through an apology for having invaded her solitude and she rose gracefully to her feet. It was then that I saw the small, delicate wings that grew from her back. I have read about beings of myth, but the sight left me gaping at her in wonder. She laughed at my obvious awe, and then walked toward me with a fluid grace that can only be found in those of her kind.
She curiously touched my cheek and laughed at the courseness of my stubble. My heart grew warm at the feel of her touch, and without thought I reached up and gently took her hand. I must have been lost to good sense and sound mind, for I would never have been so bold in any other circumstance. My boldness must have amused her because she laughed and her teal eyes glittered.
But that was the end of our meeting. She spun around and dashed into the forest that surrounded our peaceful glade, and I was left with the lingering sound of her laughter and the memory of her face hovering before my eyes.
I will return to that spot again in the morning... I cannot help but hope that she, by some miracle, will think to do the same.
I shall do my best to explain.
I have come to the woods beyond K'sep in search of the mineral called Zsusmer. But what I have found is fast becoming far more valuable to me... I came upon her while traversing the woodland with little on my mind but the description of the mineral I saught. In truth, she was aware of my presence long before I was aware of hers.
I had just pushed aside a branch and entered a calm glade that was shadowed under the canopy of towering sycamores. I was staring at the ground like a fool, when I heard the sweetest sounding voice that has ever touched my ears. I looked up, startled, and discovered a maiden sitting before me beneath a pale tree with fuscia colored blossoms that seemed to glow. She did not run away at my sudden intrusion. Indeed, she did not appear afraid at all.
She spoke again... her language was unfamiliar to me, but the tone was kind. I stumbled through an apology for having invaded her solitude and she rose gracefully to her feet. It was then that I saw the small, delicate wings that grew from her back. I have read about beings of myth, but the sight left me gaping at her in wonder. She laughed at my obvious awe, and then walked toward me with a fluid grace that can only be found in those of her kind.
She curiously touched my cheek and laughed at the courseness of my stubble. My heart grew warm at the feel of her touch, and without thought I reached up and gently took her hand. I must have been lost to good sense and sound mind, for I would never have been so bold in any other circumstance. My boldness must have amused her because she laughed and her teal eyes glittered.
But that was the end of our meeting. She spun around and dashed into the forest that surrounded our peaceful glade, and I was left with the lingering sound of her laughter and the memory of her face hovering before my eyes.
I will return to that spot again in the morning... I cannot help but hope that she, by some miracle, will think to do the same.
~Selucian Dantares
