Post by Silvera on Mar 7, 2009 11:44:20 GMT -5
Silvera walked through Carvahal, a shiny black oak bow slung over her shoulder. Phantos strode at her side, his silvery-blue eyes shifting left and right, looking at the people they passed. Silvera had changed in the many months in which she was absent from the cause. Her once black hair was a light purple or light gray. It was hard to tell what the color actually was. Her bright silver eyes were now dull and dark, also somewhat lifeless.
