Post by Adara Snow on Dec 10, 2007 23:07:08 GMT -5
When Emilian had gone, Adara allowed herself the broad smile she'd been holding back. She clutched her book to her breast and twirled, her robe and cloak billowing with the motion. She couldn't explain the way she felt right now. She was certain that there weren't any words in any language that would be right. After a time, she took a meandering path back to the castle, intent on hiding in the Common Room to write in her journal.
