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Post by aranel on Dec 23, 2005 17:27:15 GMT -5
The first rays of the sun illuminated her sleeping chamber, the golden wood of her bed and room glowing from the light of the archways graced with the Elven architecture in full magnificence. Two shining silvery blue eyes opened, dark brown hair splayed across the white sheets of her bed, watching the dust specks dance in the sun rays.
It was a while before Aranel realized she had been dreaming, and a little while after that to remember exactly what she had been dreaming about. The exact memories never came, but Aranel knew it had been a good dream, a pleasant dream, and wished only for it to last. The wish was wasted, she was already awake, and Aranel pulled herself into a moderately upright position, rubbing her eyes and pushing dark brown hair gently from her face, opening her eyes to the lazy golden splendor of her sleeping chamber.
She slipped the sheets aside, sliding out of bed , silk Elven peignoir billowing about her slim frame as she padded out onto the balcony, truly awakened by the bright, pure sun that shone in her face, beckoned by the breaking of dawn.
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