- Messages
- 5,317
- OOC First Name
- Mia
- Wand
- Oak 14 3/4" with an Essence of Raven Feather core.
- Age
- 53 (11/2009)
Elvera climbed the hidden passage to the north tower, she had been feeling a little odd recently, but she was starting to feel better, a bit more energetic and less lethargic. she sat down and looked out of the window. there were quite a diew students outside but today she was staying indoors. she drew her legs up so she was sitting sideways in the windowsill, he felt like the the lady of shallot, looking out into the world.
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care heat she,
The Lady of Shalott." she started reciting softly, it was the start of the second part of the poem, but is was also her favorite bit.
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care heat she,
The Lady of Shalott." she started reciting softly, it was the start of the second part of the poem, but is was also her favorite bit.