He smiled to himself as he walked out of the library. Katrina, that was an appropriate name. Her apperance matched the description perfectly. Long brown hair, pale complextion, with rosy undertones. He smiled, because he had made her blush to the roots of her hair. Somehow he'd made his comment about her eyes sound so trivial, when in truth they were the most important sign. Her eyes were a dark blue, but when he looked deep into them he could see the green fire flashing. She was the one, and he knew exactly how to get her.
 Cenendra · Mon Nov 20, 2006 @ 04:51pm · 1 Comments |
