Post by Queen Annette on Apr 30, 2011 15:34:46 GMT -5
Behind rolling hills of mountainous purple clouds the sky glowed a strange orange color. The queen’s upturned eyes studied the eclipse from within the confines of her private garden, a patch of sanctity situated at the center of the palace, a place tucked away for the queen’s person use. From her seat on a white marble bench she could hear the trickling of a water fountain behind her, two statue pixies pouring water into a basin of rocks. Yet the sound did not drown out the queen’s thoughts as she looked at the sky with a thin veil of calm spread over her face despite the fact that her thoughts were anything but that.
The recent events in Alanor had her questioning many things. Most notably the rumors of the Drow raised her concerns. How such a small group had survived in Alanor, and more curiously how it hid its presence, was a mystery to the queen. And why now were the Drow choosing to come to the surface, appearing to the select few who ventured into the Mists was something that also seemed curious. Furthermore, was this sudden resurgence of the Drow any way connected with the Shades? If the two problems were indeed connected that could spell trouble for the faerie, for how could have been so blind to a plot that unfolded within their very realm. She sighed, she could not spend all day pining in her gardens and pondering such things. Annette was a queen, no longer a warrior who lived for battle and when not in the throes was free to spend their time as they pleased. She had responsibilities, she enjoyed the power immensely but some days could have done with a little more time to herself.
She was beautiful as usual but less elaborately done. Her hair hung in curls that fell to her shoulders, dyed blonde with the magic of Slight Illusion. Her lips were the bright ruby red they always were but her eye lashes were also changed, black from glamour. She looked more human in her beauty than almost ever, but there was still no comparing her to the anything less than the pure perfection of the sidhe.
As she walked she looked like a runway model, tall, fierce and elegant. While others would have been dwarfed by the giant trees rising up on both sides of her she walked almost as tall as them, at least in her confidence and power. Her aura filled the forest and as the Red Queen glided down the pathway she looked like a ghost, she nearly glowed from a distance. There was nothing for her to fear here, that was evident for she was the most dominant power in this land. Thus was the reason she didn’t stir as she heard another approach.
The recent events in Alanor had her questioning many things. Most notably the rumors of the Drow raised her concerns. How such a small group had survived in Alanor, and more curiously how it hid its presence, was a mystery to the queen. And why now were the Drow choosing to come to the surface, appearing to the select few who ventured into the Mists was something that also seemed curious. Furthermore, was this sudden resurgence of the Drow any way connected with the Shades? If the two problems were indeed connected that could spell trouble for the faerie, for how could have been so blind to a plot that unfolded within their very realm. She sighed, she could not spend all day pining in her gardens and pondering such things. Annette was a queen, no longer a warrior who lived for battle and when not in the throes was free to spend their time as they pleased. She had responsibilities, she enjoyed the power immensely but some days could have done with a little more time to herself.
She was beautiful as usual but less elaborately done. Her hair hung in curls that fell to her shoulders, dyed blonde with the magic of Slight Illusion. Her lips were the bright ruby red they always were but her eye lashes were also changed, black from glamour. She looked more human in her beauty than almost ever, but there was still no comparing her to the anything less than the pure perfection of the sidhe.
As she walked she looked like a runway model, tall, fierce and elegant. While others would have been dwarfed by the giant trees rising up on both sides of her she walked almost as tall as them, at least in her confidence and power. Her aura filled the forest and as the Red Queen glided down the pathway she looked like a ghost, she nearly glowed from a distance. There was nothing for her to fear here, that was evident for she was the most dominant power in this land. Thus was the reason she didn’t stir as she heard another approach.
