Post by Taylun|J'tan|Crow on Apr 20, 2004 18:38:55 GMT -5
Taylun sat, legs dangling over the edge, on one on the many windows of the tower. Her brown air, unbound, falling in curtains around her face. Her grey eyes staring into the brink of oblivion. If any one were to break her connetration, she would lose a very important train of thought. Though, if someone listened silently the could hear murmuring growing louder and louder every time, but what was she saying?