Post by pamere on Nov 4, 2010 17:13:13 GMT -6
Esmeralda Xenia Cappersonia
[/size][/color]"Don't ever look back, don't ever look back"
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Being born of an elven family, Esmeralda was known for her healing skills. Well, most elves were, were they not? Everyone in her family could heal, even her old grandmother, Lillian. Esmeralda strolled through the forest, she often took this daily walks once her daily chores and other work was done. Esmeralda was one of the few woman blacksmiths. She couldn't think of many others. It was, however, her family's profession. It had been passed down from father to eldest son. But Esmeralda, being the oldest took it soon as she found out it would be passed down to her brother Skylar one he was thirteen. Esmeralda was fourteen when she learned this, and Skylar was merely a seven year old boy. She actually went straight up to her father and said "Papa, make me the child who continues the family profession. Not Skylar, for he is a silly, young boy. Let me, or I will leave.". Esmeralda's father was used to this threat, but he gave in anyway. But now her father has been gone for four years. Dead. Murdered. By a damn werewolf. That is why Esmeralda despised them. Esmeralda heard rumors that it was an accident, her father making a stroll under full moon, but it made no difference. But how common was it? An elf outside their territory? Not all that common, though her father was an adventurous man.
It was nearly nightfall, but it was Esmeralda's favorite time of the day, or night she should say. Fireflies came out to play. Her favorite little animal. The way they lit up was enchanting to her. Esmeralda began to randomly sing a little ditty song she had known since her days as a mere little, little girl. "One, two, three, Mama sweeps. Four, five, six, help her with your fix." she sang, she half-smiled. It was silly, a little song that basically said to help your mother sweep. Esmeralda wasn't known for her sweet, elegant singing voice. She rarely sang with others around, but once in awhile you may catch her.
Esmeralda sucked in a breath of awe, the fireflies had come out. They twinkled their tails in a way as if they knew Esmeralda loved it when they did it that way. Esmeralda sat on a fallen tree trunk and just stared for moments on end. Unaware of the time. Her mother would be searching for her.
It was nearly nightfall, but it was Esmeralda's favorite time of the day, or night she should say. Fireflies came out to play. Her favorite little animal. The way they lit up was enchanting to her. Esmeralda began to randomly sing a little ditty song she had known since her days as a mere little, little girl. "One, two, three, Mama sweeps. Four, five, six, help her with your fix." she sang, she half-smiled. It was silly, a little song that basically said to help your mother sweep. Esmeralda wasn't known for her sweet, elegant singing voice. She rarely sang with others around, but once in awhile you may catch her.
Esmeralda sucked in a breath of awe, the fireflies had come out. They twinkled their tails in a way as if they knew Esmeralda loved it when they did it that way. Esmeralda sat on a fallen tree trunk and just stared for moments on end. Unaware of the time. Her mother would be searching for her.