| The soft breeze ruffled the leaves of the trees, and made pale white strands flutter about the masked face, today he wore a golden mask that covered all his face, only showing his peach colored eyes. His cloak was a soft shade of green, resembling leaves that showed light just beyond, boots of the softest doeskin covered his feet, and they were dyed the same soft green as the cloak. He wore a loose tunic of sky blue, beneath that was a royal blue turtleneck, hiding his neck and arms where the tunic did not. His legs were covered by red doeskin breeches, meant for easy movement and brightness. The only contrast to this beauty of colors, was those white gloves, perfectly white leather gloves. He wore a worn in belt around his hips, a long sword on one side, with a scabbard of pure silver, golden runes engraved into the scabbard. On his opposite thigh rested a quiver of arrows, wasn't he a lovely one? He then reached up to pull the hood of his cloak over his head to hide his hair and ears, but before one lost sight of him, he would change masks. This was another full face mask, but one half looked like the night sky, a beautiful moon on his cheek, and on the other half was a beautiful day sky, the sun resting opposite of the moon on his face, but before it rested fully upon his face, one would see his shame. This man, this beautifully eccentric and brightly dressed man, was drow, his skin as ebon as shadow. Then he was gone. |
