02-25-2010, 03:52 PM
The musty smell of freshly dug into earth curled around Lyla's nose. It was one of her favorite smells. She was listening carefully to the voice of this newcomer, her hand passing slowly over the gem that she had come out of. It was smooth, and on the outside felt like it was strong but the sides were like porcelain, or glass she wasn't positive which and would be easily broken. Again she turned towards the voice this time turning her head as well to look in the direction. It was musical almost how the voice seemed to match how the crystal felt; smooth and flawless, could it be that it was easily cracked to? Lyla didn't think so this woman seemed to be a strong fighter of some kind based on the sound of her movements and how she spoke to everyone. Besides, her first action had been attacking the closest person to her.
Lyla stopped to pull out a small journal, checking the binding to make sure it was the correct direction and than opened up to a bookmarked spot. Her hand slid down the page until she felt the indent of written letters. She pulled out a pen and wrote down her own observations. Pressing her pen into the page on the edge she marked the line she had ended on and closed it again. Her writing was unusually neat for a blind person.
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