Post by victoiraclairamage on Sept 19, 2007 21:46:47 GMT -5
Long red/brown hair curled, and, eyes shifted, annoyingly; the day was cold in the eyes of a fourteen-year-old who snarled, thinking of things in the past, lingering on what was instead of what is. The frozen blue pools which were the eyes of Victoira; deepened in rich color, as she moved them around. Her heart pounding hard against her chest; her mind throbbing as she thought harder and harder. Victoira, had just arrived, her first place to head was how would you say it; a lake would be the term. She wasn't sure why, but, she had been drawn to it, since she had studied about Trio's Hogwarts. Victoira knew no one, and, no one knew her, so everything was perfect in the eyes of this fourteen-year-old. Victoira was thinking only of the past, because of reasons, that needed to be unknown or at least for now, since no one should know. Her clothing was of a long bright blue dress, with a cloak for a cover, her cloak was a silver color, somewhat faded, and tore. She was somewhat interested in what there was to do around this school, seeing as she hadn't been there, very long, other then a couple minutes perhaps.
Victoira stopped thinking; thinking on the past at this second, she could ponder on it later, or whenever the thought crossed her mind. But, now, none of this non-sense could be expected, she had to answer the unanswered questions, which now lingered in her mind, now, at least. She had her head ducked down, so she would stay somewhat hidden until, she found time or something, like that. She looked around until, she set her eyes upon the lake again. She shifted them quickly as she heard something, or thought she did. She walked until she found a tree, it would do. She looked at it, it had a familiar name on it, and, one she had no idea of. It read;
I choose you,
Elesy Longhorn,
as my life-long partner.
-Fayt Leingod
She spat a couple of curse words under her breath. She knew who Elesy Longhorn was, who wouldn't, she had been the most popular in the entire High-school, and the smartest, she had won every contest that she entered, and, got skipped from 1st grade to 4th, when she had been entering 5th she was skipped to 9th, and, at age fourteen she was offered a full-time scholar-ship, but, turned it down to finish as many years of High-School as she could, and, for other reasons, which, now Victoira fully understood.
Victoira looked at the tree carving another second then; jumped onto the higher branch and began climbing at a quick pace until she reached the top, where she remained, until she heard someone say something from below, but, who was it?.
Victoira stopped thinking; thinking on the past at this second, she could ponder on it later, or whenever the thought crossed her mind. But, now, none of this non-sense could be expected, she had to answer the unanswered questions, which now lingered in her mind, now, at least. She had her head ducked down, so she would stay somewhat hidden until, she found time or something, like that. She looked around until, she set her eyes upon the lake again. She shifted them quickly as she heard something, or thought she did. She walked until she found a tree, it would do. She looked at it, it had a familiar name on it, and, one she had no idea of. It read;
I choose you,
Elesy Longhorn,
as my life-long partner.
-Fayt Leingod
She spat a couple of curse words under her breath. She knew who Elesy Longhorn was, who wouldn't, she had been the most popular in the entire High-school, and the smartest, she had won every contest that she entered, and, got skipped from 1st grade to 4th, when she had been entering 5th she was skipped to 9th, and, at age fourteen she was offered a full-time scholar-ship, but, turned it down to finish as many years of High-School as she could, and, for other reasons, which, now Victoira fully understood.
Victoira looked at the tree carving another second then; jumped onto the higher branch and began climbing at a quick pace until she reached the top, where she remained, until she heard someone say something from below, but, who was it?.