Post by Magic on May 25, 2006 19:07:54 GMT -5
When she meant right there she meaned it. Once she broke free of the forest she turned a corner rather sharply and fled to the Residential District and into a fine building. This was her home. Once she went into her room, in which was a blinding shade of white with a few light lavender and blue colors here and there, she trooped toward her drawer and her face became blank and weary almost at once. She cared little that she shown no emotion at this time for she was in the confines of her room and there was no need to lie to herself there. After she tossed a few things from her top drawer she found three different gloves. She looked at each pair before deciding she could not choose which to use for Acier, so she took all of them back downstairs and outside. She placed that false smile on her face and walked toward where she last saw Acier.
In her hand there were, indeed, three pairs of gloves. Yet, each pair seemed... abnormal than any normal gloves. It looked knitted if anything, but horribly done. Yes, they would cover the hand well, but there were large bumps where the knitting had met a collision of some sort and hand been knitted over. The design was that of little five year old girl. Though they all had five fingers and such they bore a little girl's design. One pair was pink with large purple blobs in which had ears and whiskers (one could assume these were cats, but then again the stitching was a bit messed up). Another pair had a large rainbow (that was wavering dangerously and was not a perfect arch) on a light blue background on each glove. The last pair though... they pictured the sky. They, too, were highly deformed, but the design had clouds, both wonderful little white ones that merely streaked the sky, but dangerous storm clouds as well.
Once Elita found Acier again she thrust all three pairs toward him and smiled.
"Okay, pick which one you want. Or you can take them all." Elita chimed.
In her hand there were, indeed, three pairs of gloves. Yet, each pair seemed... abnormal than any normal gloves. It looked knitted if anything, but horribly done. Yes, they would cover the hand well, but there were large bumps where the knitting had met a collision of some sort and hand been knitted over. The design was that of little five year old girl. Though they all had five fingers and such they bore a little girl's design. One pair was pink with large purple blobs in which had ears and whiskers (one could assume these were cats, but then again the stitching was a bit messed up). Another pair had a large rainbow (that was wavering dangerously and was not a perfect arch) on a light blue background on each glove. The last pair though... they pictured the sky. They, too, were highly deformed, but the design had clouds, both wonderful little white ones that merely streaked the sky, but dangerous storm clouds as well.
Once Elita found Acier again she thrust all three pairs toward him and smiled.
"Okay, pick which one you want. Or you can take them all." Elita chimed.
