Chill Rememberence

[Deathevn]

The Blizzard howled around her, a complete whiteout covered the peak of the mountin. If not for the travelers blue cloak, she may as well be invisble in the maelstrom around her, the snow cushoning her footfalls. If she were to be seen, they would notice the genuine smile on her face, it was one of the rare times the woman would let herself have one.Kira came to the edge, the single heighest, farthest place from civilisation. She stood still a moment, enjoying the odd mix of serenity and raw dessolation and distruction this moment braught. A silent prayer to Auril passed her lips, thankful for being able to once more pass through the storm with little more effort then a few sore muscles. She came here occasionaly to catch up with her own thoughts. The Lord of Bones returning, Murders, Demons and thoes that controll them.. Life would certinly be interesting. She lowered her eyes a second down on the unforgiving Jagged rocks below her, thoughts of a differnt kind plauged this priestess of ice and snow now, memories of things she wish would stop coming back, memories of a life long forgotten... (( To be continued!))

[Deathevn]

The room was hot, stifleing even.People danced on the floor in a tapestry of colors that would hurt even the most tollerant eyes. If asked, Kira would never say she has done without, the scene infront of her was testement to the statment.Porters braught elaborate meals from the four corners of the world, fruits, far out of season layed out on plates artfuly arranged by color, as one of the dancers passed her vantage point she noticed a silken dress that could have quite possibly come out of Lusken. The woman that would later be known as Kira hated these parties, her parents forced her to attend. She found the tight quarters stifeling The smell of a few dozen bodies packed into such a small area was offensive, and, most importantly what came after would be far, far worse.As if by devine providence she spoted her parents out in the crowd, dancing with the rest of the peacocks , normaly it maybe something a bit romantic in itself... but they were not dancing with one another. Brittany also doubted they would be sleeping with one another come the end of the night.She pulled a glass of wine from the nearist servents tray, downing a fiarly generous ammount of the glass in a single drink.She started making her way through the crowd, several potential suiters sizeing her up through her silken white dress.She seighed inwardly, she hated dealing with them, gods curse the persistance that came with greed. ((tbc))

PS: Pardon the bad spelling or what have you, its not my strong point and I am at work so I cant check it, damn phenetic learning