by Khalika » Thu May 08, 2008 5:39 pm
She was not once a woman of war....She was war..
During that time...she lived and breathed war. It defined her entire exsistance, came as natural to her mind and body as music to a musician, or words to a scholar. From those experience, and many more in the years to follow. She has gather a core....A tightly knit organization of people and things from all walks of life. From Kings to paupers, sinners and saints alike, they All left their experieces With the Gypsy forever changed. Through fear, debt and loyalty... Kinship, friendship, honor and respect, they are tied to her.
It was through these ties, this twisting knotted tree that a letter came to find Valinor, no matter where he was heading the letter would met him there.
Chained one,
Such things are not for the written word.
I will find you..
Q
The tree grows....
"There was a piping in the woods....and it bid you....come follow....."