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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 6:37 pm
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P rincess Itarildё/ Idril
Itarildё watched the strange little creature carry her apple slice around as she flew and landed on Snow's shoulder. Itarildё was a bit surprised by Snow actually saying her name, for she never had before.
"Mae govannen(well meet) Grim, I am Itarildё(sparkling brilliance). It is nice to meet you." Said Idril to the strange little Grim creature.
Idril smiled slightly at the almost child like innocence the fae showed. As it sat eating its apple on Snows shoulder.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 6:49 pm
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P rincess Itarildё/ Idril
Itarildё had silently eat of the food given will Grim, Snow and she talked. The lack of a small struggle probably was why Snow had not noticed the empty bowl. Idil stood and moved to sit on a flat stone that was in her cell, so she was out of the way, and could still speak and see snow and grim
"Are the Stars shinning?." asked them, it was a question she asked Snow every night. Since Snows arrival.
Idril was sure Snow did not know why she asked the question every night, but Idril wanted to know. About the stars and if they where shinning for to her they where her people's gods/ and ancestors watching from above. the brighter they shine it was said the better things where to come, the dimmer...bad times.
Idril could often he heard in her cell at night speaking; in her people's language. Praying would be the guess...
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 2:45 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 5:05 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:20 pm
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P rincess Itarildё/ Idril
Itarildё cringed at the call of her torturer, She backed farther into the cell and shadows. She guessed Kula had brought new prisoners, and sacrifices. Idril shuddered but spoke a soft good bye to Grimm and Snow.
"fairwell, Soph...Snow,and..you to..grim" she said softly, as she turned and watched the spiders in her cell dance and make there webs. she often spoke to them and watched as they made strange patterns and designs with there webs.
Idril watched the spiders curled up, her chin resting on her knees as she sang softly to her self. Idril could often he heard in her cell at night speaking; in her people's language. Praying would be the prisoners that herd the strange tongue and haunting tones of her singing....
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 9:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 9:06 pm
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P rincess Itarildё/ Idril
Itarildё was in her own thoughts and in a drifting sleep, though she took care to always listen for sounds, she heard the cell doors above her being opened and shut as Snow made her rounds, soon the pale one would enter her cell. She looked up from her kneeling position and listened to Snow.
Voices,...yes I hear the voices of those above me,..but I think this is not the voises you mean. Come sit...tell me of what you hear." she said softly, as she turned to make more room in her small cell for snow to sit. so that they could talk.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 9:43 pm
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