The womans heavy hood cast dark shadows across her pale features, a deep frown etched into her face like a carving in stone.
Pure white snow dusted the woman's shoulders in a fine powder, Stark against the black cloak she wore. Lifting a gloved hand she pushed open the front door to her home, pushing it shut behind her with a thud.
She lifted the cloak off her shoulders in a swift motion, folding it over the arm of the char pressed against the wall.
Her white hair tumbled over her shoulders as she made her way up the steep staircase to the second floor, sighing in relief to see both bedrooms empty and tidy. She truly loved her children with all her heart, But time alone is always nice.
She moved up the third flight of stairs, moving over to the small desk and pulling out the chair.
The Drow set down a letter on the chipped wooden surface, pulling the chair in before setting her hands on the table.
Exhaling slowly, she lifted up the letter and unfolded it. Her family never wrote to her, And when they did it was never pleasant. The womans dark eyes moved over the looping elegant text, chewing on her lower lip as she did so.
Dear sister,
In response to your previous letter, Mother is unable to attend the twins first birthday meaning I will be unable to be there as well.
Please give the two a hug from their Uncle, Though they've never met me.
I'm aware we don't talk often but I truly miss you. I regret not being apart of your life but will visit soon. I promise.
Lots of love
Daedor
Crumbling up the piece of paper, The Drow walked to the open window and threw the paper out into the snow before pulling the frosted windows shut. The door downstairs opened, the familiar voice of her husband reaching her ears.
"Dawen, I'm home!"
Pure white snow dusted the woman's shoulders in a fine powder, Stark against the black cloak she wore. Lifting a gloved hand she pushed open the front door to her home, pushing it shut behind her with a thud.
She lifted the cloak off her shoulders in a swift motion, folding it over the arm of the char pressed against the wall.
Her white hair tumbled over her shoulders as she made her way up the steep staircase to the second floor, sighing in relief to see both bedrooms empty and tidy. She truly loved her children with all her heart, But time alone is always nice.
She moved up the third flight of stairs, moving over to the small desk and pulling out the chair.
The Drow set down a letter on the chipped wooden surface, pulling the chair in before setting her hands on the table.
Exhaling slowly, she lifted up the letter and unfolded it. Her family never wrote to her, And when they did it was never pleasant. The womans dark eyes moved over the looping elegant text, chewing on her lower lip as she did so.
Dear sister,
In response to your previous letter, Mother is unable to attend the twins first birthday meaning I will be unable to be there as well.
Please give the two a hug from their Uncle, Though they've never met me.
I'm aware we don't talk often but I truly miss you. I regret not being apart of your life but will visit soon. I promise.
Lots of love
Daedor
Crumbling up the piece of paper, The Drow walked to the open window and threw the paper out into the snow before pulling the frosted windows shut. The door downstairs opened, the familiar voice of her husband reaching her ears.
"Dawen, I'm home!"
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