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Post by Lunar on Jun 23, 2003 21:36:59 GMT -5
-A worn traveler enters the gates of Alexandria city, looking happily at the crowds. Happy that they had finally made it. It was clear she was not from around there. Despite the heat she wore a heavy white cloak, the hood of which shaded her eyes and face from the sun. She did not appear to be hot at all, though it was almost impossible to see anything but shadow from beneath the hood. Softly curled tendrils of golden hair fell in front of the hood, down the front of the cloak. The cloak spread backwards over the horse she was riding. Also the purest of whites was the proud Arabian she was riding. Though not from around those parts it was obvious she knew her horse breeds, and she'd picked the most appropriate for the desert traveling she'd no doubt been doing. She drew back the hood to reveal sun-darkened skin, and sparkling green-blue eyes. Clearly she was from the courts of a far away land. Her eyes swept the city softly, and then she urged the horse to walk on..Headed through the city towards the inn, and lastly the palace. Her final destination, her purpose for the long journey-
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Post by Deshwitat on Jun 23, 2003 23:32:21 GMT -5
A young boy servant came running up to her and her horse. He looked up at her and halted her. "Mi'lady! The Pharaoh, let him live long, is awaiting you in his courtyard. He has sent me to escort you there!" he said to her. He grabbed the reins of the horse and lead it along, mouth open in awe still of the beast and her. He had never seen such a woman.
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Post by Becca on Jun 24, 2003 8:04:59 GMT -5
-she looks down at the servant boy and nods once. She watched Sakorski's body language for a moment and hoped fevertly that he would not choose to go wild on the poor boy leading them..Sakorski, the stallion she was riding, tended to get a bit jumpy when people he didn't know led him...and he was already tired from the miles they'd added to the slowly lengthening journey. She too was tired, reaching below her cloak to a canteen she took a small drink and licked her parched lips softly. She sighed softly, placing her gloved hand back on the reins and looking at Sakorski's head to see if he was getting irritated yet. She wanted to be prepared should he decide to buck, rear, or otherwise try to escape the small servant boy who'd been sent to collect them. However, much to her surprise, they reached the courtyard with no signs of irritation or displeasure from Sakorski at all. Her first impression of this place was becoming more and more pleasant-
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Post by Deshwitat on Jun 24, 2003 11:05:50 GMT -5
((Post at the Courtyard))
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