home not so sweet home

[Kiara Boulivierre]

kiara sat on a boulder. silver tears kept her pale face wet. her soul was sorrowful. she felt it was her duty to go to the elven capital and take the throne but she'd miss hhome. it wasnt safe for her here anymore though. any day now, soldiers would come for her, she had killed the king afterall. fog was thick in the air and drifted around her. the dead cherry blossom tree hung just above her head, the moss dangled in her shadowed face.

[aryn007]

Alan had agreed to accompany his sister elven capital, though his place was among the citizens, not towering thrones and serious councils.

He found her in the fog that morning, crying silently. Without a word he put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to comfort her and remind her that she was not alone.

[Kiara Boulivierre]

she looked up frightened. "alan." her voice was soft. "im scared."