Jul 31, 2007 10:39
*A young girl, probably about fifteen enters. She wears simple, comfortable, clothes, probably fit for a milkmaid or a peasant girl, but atop her wavy, red-gold hair, there is a golden circlet. In one hand she holds a small golden ball. She appears to be talking to someone.*
Now, Taran, if you think I'm going to do that, you about as crazy as a -
*She notices her unfamiliar surroundings.*
Oh, where have I got to now?
[Typist: Eilonwy, from Lloyd Alexander's Prydain Chronicles. Taken from in between "The Black Cauldron" and "The Castle of Llyr".]
karla,
eilonwy,
rosalind,
cimorene,
introduction,
zjendjan