In a soft whirl of air, a shape begins to form on the edge of the forest ever so gently the shape molds into a woman of 18. Her skin pale as the full moon at its highest peak. Her body radiates a scent of bluebells on an early morning sprinkled in dewdrops. With a soft step she emerges from the shadows garbed in a emerald green gown. Her dress swayes with each step. Her pose is like that of a member of the royal family. She is followed by three animals a black panther, a golden eagle, and a white wolf. She calls out to each one by a name ununderstandable by any mortal man. Then with a tounge of soft sound she lures them closer. With a warning to each other, they obey willingly not wishing to anger her.
In the shadows behind her, three women can be faintly seen. On the right, one adorn in a royal blue dress and on the left, she bears in a black dress. All three mirror images of each other right down to the posture and gown, except Darklyn is younger by 3 years. The one in the center is shroded in a black gown that falls to the groud and rolls with the wind. Her face covered in a veil of blackness. The maiden on the left is, my sister, Kearni who is the younger of the twins. The gentle warrior, as I call her, on the right is my elder of the twins, Crynn. She goes by Naanad now, which is honorable in my eyes. But my mother, in the center, was insulted she didn't keep her mortal name. She is Lady Amalthia, once a lady-in-waiting to the queen of England. Now, she is the incarnation of night. Now, she goes by Nyx, which her arguement about Naanad's name doesn't stand very well when she herself changed names... *giggles*