The Legend of Alinda A tale of incredible mirth She walked in light ‘neath Valorn skies, Golden through demons’ black disguise. Fabled, after once being chased By Balthazar, with awful haste – Yet swift escaped undue demise. In the valley, where four hills rise, They ran from demons, every si...
That's so perfect.
You got her figure right, nowhere near stick thin.
I really, really like the Sword of the Sage in combination with une fleur - I find that nicely symbolic
Really? I didn't know that! I just lost myself happily in the Sagas, and got lost miserably with the language. I guess Ix and I won't be living in Iceland in the near future...
Xia wrote:And who says Middle English won't serve someone nowadays?
I certainly preferred it to Old Icelandic, though I enjoyed OE. But in the end, the modern linguism won out. I did spend all my honours years doing medieval lit though.
In my opinion (based on time in a profession that requires a lot of empathy and understanding of people) those that this message is necessary for are those who are most unlikely to care enough to read past the first sentence.
Admirable sentiments are admirable, but should be shared wisely.
My apologies for the hasty scribble. Carol the gracious, asked questions four To test us, ‘midst these times of war And provide some joy, some light relief And save us thinking long on grief. The first, why initiates for profession wait ‘til 15th level, an auspicious date. After that time the go...