Cliffs of Tibald [Priv]
Jul 29, 2018 11:13:28 GMT -7
Post by Flower on Jul 29, 2018 11:13:28 GMT -7
The Cliffs of Tibald [Private]
As she was walking through the Land of Earth this time, Valerys was wearing the face of one of her personalities that went by the name of Selyse. She had blue hair that was held up in pigtails onthe side of her head and appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. She wore a white tanktop and black armbands, as well as a colorful pink and blue skirt that swirled down to the tops of her knees. A blue bowtie shimmered at her throat -- an interesting fashion statement -- and her eyes burned blue. Completely opposite of Valery herself. Strapped around her left shoulder was her messenger pack, which held within it two ghost gems, a coleman's traveling stone, and a jar filled with seven lapis lazuli gems of good quality. On her back was her sword, Bitter Mercy, with a red scarf around its shaft which blew in the breeze.
Selyse was standing on the edge of a canyon, looking down into the grand abyss and that red scarf blowing in the breeze against her blue hair. She peered down, down with her blue eyes -- wondering what it would be like to throw someone down there. She walked thirty meters from the edge and sat down cross legged (at the base of one of those trees), wondering at the area that surrounded her. It was an unusual place, filled with mountains and canyons as well as strange plants and animals. Trees which grew out of the ground at odd intervals reaching for the sky in patches on their whispy trunks and branches. Selyse nor Valerys had ever seen these trees before and considered this place a rarity -- even here in the Land of Earth.
She looked off into the horizon, wondering if anybody was going to show up and hummed a little tune. She looked almost like a monk, if not for the eccentric color of her hair and clothing, as she sat their near the edge of the Cliffs of Tibald. She was glad that she had chosen this face, finally able to use it after so much time using dull and unwitty Victoria. Selyse smiled. But I love my sister anyways. On the horizon the set was reaching past its zenith, probably three or four o'clock, and Selyse wondered at what night would be like out here.