| 12/7/03 | |||||
| Her sun gold hair, braided in the warrior tradition of her people, contrasted with the mud and blood splattered silver of her amour, her dirt smeared pale face and the unique silver-white hide of the mighty beast that bore her wisp like frame. Many gathered to watch her pass. Weather for reasons of hope of idle curiosity, they watched her pass. She was their lady. Tried by war and time, strengthened by virtue and character, but she was their Lady. They had chosen her for nobility, of blood and of character. Now she had returned, but despite their joy, they could see little in her. |
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