Post by Lady Isteleth on Mar 3, 2005 14:12:42 GMT -5
Harmony sighed as Ryan left
I'm so bloody useless with men she thought harshly.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, she lifted her hand up and took the clip that had fastened her hair into a tight bun wich had begun to fall out, she then unzipped her dress down the back and slipped it off, she placed the dress neatly in her suitcase and pulled out her old and tattered night gown, she slipped it on some warmth coming back to her cold body, she went over and turned the lamp on, then padded across the room and switched off the light, the only source of light being the lamp.
She went over to her suitcase and runamged through it untill she found 3 items, a small black book, a medium black book and a large black book. along with them she pulled out a pocket size case, she walked over to her bed and climbed in, she opened the case it containing a numerous amount of pens, pencils, charcole, watercolour pencils paintbrushes and oil pastles, this was an artists dream to have a set like this in ireland and she finally had one in her possesion.
She then moved onto the small black book it Labled on the front Harmonys Diary, she opened it it containing Gypsy spells and poitions, she looked through it then slammed it shut and threw it across the room it banging the wall opposite and sliding onto the floor.
She moved onto the medium black book and opened it, this book contained her thoughts and extracts from the book she was in the middle of writing, she smiled down on it as locke jumped onto the bed and curled up over her feet, she closed the book and placed it on her bedside table.
Last of all she picked up the large book she opened it, inside containing pictures she had drawn from at least the age of 8, all as detailed as the next.
Harmony liked to think herself as one of the few artists who used thier imagination to draw there work instead of having things in front of her t drawn, and she hadn't come across that type of artist just yet.
She flicked through the pages of the book some containing pictures of her family and her family camp, she hated being what she was but she couldn't help coming from the heritage she was born into.
After awhile she closed the book a single tear rolled down her cheek as she placed the book on top of her writing book. she turned off the light the room plunging into darkness she crawled down under the covers her head resting on the pillow and herself drifting in and out of dreams
I'm so bloody useless with men she thought harshly.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, she lifted her hand up and took the clip that had fastened her hair into a tight bun wich had begun to fall out, she then unzipped her dress down the back and slipped it off, she placed the dress neatly in her suitcase and pulled out her old and tattered night gown, she slipped it on some warmth coming back to her cold body, she went over and turned the lamp on, then padded across the room and switched off the light, the only source of light being the lamp.
She went over to her suitcase and runamged through it untill she found 3 items, a small black book, a medium black book and a large black book. along with them she pulled out a pocket size case, she walked over to her bed and climbed in, she opened the case it containing a numerous amount of pens, pencils, charcole, watercolour pencils paintbrushes and oil pastles, this was an artists dream to have a set like this in ireland and she finally had one in her possesion.
She then moved onto the small black book it Labled on the front Harmonys Diary, she opened it it containing Gypsy spells and poitions, she looked through it then slammed it shut and threw it across the room it banging the wall opposite and sliding onto the floor.
She moved onto the medium black book and opened it, this book contained her thoughts and extracts from the book she was in the middle of writing, she smiled down on it as locke jumped onto the bed and curled up over her feet, she closed the book and placed it on her bedside table.
Last of all she picked up the large book she opened it, inside containing pictures she had drawn from at least the age of 8, all as detailed as the next.
Harmony liked to think herself as one of the few artists who used thier imagination to draw there work instead of having things in front of her t drawn, and she hadn't come across that type of artist just yet.
She flicked through the pages of the book some containing pictures of her family and her family camp, she hated being what she was but she couldn't help coming from the heritage she was born into.
After awhile she closed the book a single tear rolled down her cheek as she placed the book on top of her writing book. she turned off the light the room plunging into darkness she crawled down under the covers her head resting on the pillow and herself drifting in and out of dreams