Post by Queen Guenevere on May 21, 2007 2:23:55 GMT 10
The queen was wearing a soft, light velvet coat draped around her flowing white, silk dress. It was one of these evenings by the shore where her stress was released. The moon shone eerily in the darknened sky and the moonlight cast a glow on Guenevere that made her look like a floating ghost. She was holding on to the bridle of her horse, Elijah. It was a white stallion that she tamed herself when she was twenty. They were the closest and she shared all her secrets with him. His white hair and milky pelt shimmered in the moonlight.
Queen Guenevere's bare feet sunk in the soft sand and she sat down. The hood shadowedher face so that no one would know it was her. She could hear the ocean swelling, back and forth, back and forth. Guenevere sighed. She loved this place, especially at night.
Queen Guenevere's bare feet sunk in the soft sand and she sat down. The hood shadowedher face so that no one would know it was her. She could hear the ocean swelling, back and forth, back and forth. Guenevere sighed. She loved this place, especially at night.
