Mar 07, 2011 00:30
:: Here was a woman past her prime who seemed to be rather tired. The cold weather was wearing her down despite her efforts to maintain a blissful facade.
However, as she was plopped herself down on a couch near the fire of the Mt. Avalanche Lounge, she felt something uncomfortable in her clothing. With an annoyed face, she reached back and tried to get at whatever it was. After a moment she managed to pull it out, and what she found surprised her greatly.
It was a strand of hair, a golden one, and it had a very faint glow to it. Immediately recognizing its significance, she couldn't help but let out an excited laugh. She quickly put a stop to that and hid the strand in order to avoid drawing attention, but it might have already been heard by anybody also near the fireplace... ::
mamimi,
mt. avalanche