Post by Minthra Geonback on Sept 19, 2006 23:54:16 GMT -5
Minthras walked through the archives. It was late at night, but she couldn't sleep. Her eyes were gray with boredom, with a tiny hint of hazel. She was searching for something that probably didn't exsist, and she didn't even know exactly what she was looking for. She had dreamed last night about a certain book she would find in the archives. She felt as though she had searched forever. She slowly sat down among the shelves and fell asleep, a deep blackness taking the color of her eyes.
Mint awoke to the sun pouring down on her face. She awoke, the black leaving her eyes and the returing of Hazel. Then she stood up wearily and searched again for something that didn't exsist.
Mint awoke to the sun pouring down on her face. She awoke, the black leaving her eyes and the returing of Hazel. Then she stood up wearily and searched again for something that didn't exsist.