The wind sifted through Ishamael's black hair as he stepped silently through the grass. The blades of grass cold against his bare feet. It was a pleasure seeing her, and he had been watching her for some time now. Quietly, he commented in a gentle tone from behind her.
"Your wrists are turned incorrectly for A Leaf on the Wind, my lady."
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Date: 2006-10-11 09:05 pm (UTC)"Your wrists are turned incorrectly for A Leaf on the Wind, my lady."