LittleSprite
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Alyx Blackett was the daughter of a master minstral decendent in line to manny great ones infact. She could play several instraments as well as sing melodys to charm animals to her. She is 18yrs of an age and has not yet wed choosing insted to concentrate on her music and taking care of her ailing father tho he was able to care for himself now and again his heart would cause him problems, and there were days he had little energy.
Alyx's hair was an odd asortment of colors it looked as tho a child had thrown together every hair color possable. There were strands of gold, bright yellow, deep red, a golden red, mouse brown, and even some gray it was thick and perfeclty straight without a hint of curl, and having it braided as she did it hit down to the small of her back.
Sitting down beneath her favorite apple tree Alyx pulled her cittern across her lap and begain to strum the tune she'd begun working on that morning. Totally absorbed working with the melody and lyrics recording the notes on papper she was unaware of the passing time.
When she came up for air her sholders were stiff, and her fingers sore she had written two songs and started on a new hem for the village church. With a long strech she set aside her cittern rose and gazed out across the fields of crops past them to the earls enclosed sheep pastures.
Hearing laughter behind her she turned and smiled seeing that some of the children had come to listen to her as she worked. Lets head back inside thevillage little ones its getting late, and we'll want to be in before the gates close. she said gattering her papper, ink, and Citteren she walked with them back to the village and made her way to her own home. Waving at severel of the villagers along the way.
Alyx's hair was an odd asortment of colors it looked as tho a child had thrown together every hair color possable. There were strands of gold, bright yellow, deep red, a golden red, mouse brown, and even some gray it was thick and perfeclty straight without a hint of curl, and having it braided as she did it hit down to the small of her back.
Sitting down beneath her favorite apple tree Alyx pulled her cittern across her lap and begain to strum the tune she'd begun working on that morning. Totally absorbed working with the melody and lyrics recording the notes on papper she was unaware of the passing time.
When she came up for air her sholders were stiff, and her fingers sore she had written two songs and started on a new hem for the village church. With a long strech she set aside her cittern rose and gazed out across the fields of crops past them to the earls enclosed sheep pastures.
Hearing laughter behind her she turned and smiled seeing that some of the children had come to listen to her as she worked. Lets head back inside thevillage little ones its getting late, and we'll want to be in before the gates close. she said gattering her papper, ink, and Citteren she walked with them back to the village and made her way to her own home. Waving at severel of the villagers along the way.
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