Post by Gilraen on Jan 28, 2007 15:29:54 GMT -5
Gilraen flitted outside, the breeze blowing tendrils of her hair out of the bun she had it up in. She smiled and breathed in the smell of nature, looking all around. Gilraen flew and sat in one of the branches of the trees, carefree. She let her feet dangle from the branch, humming to herself, and watched as birds flew by. She laughed as she saw them chasing eachother playfully, nipping eachother with their beaks. It was a beautiful day, and she was doing what she loved best, being carefree.
