Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alderaan, Location Unspecific
Alexandra sat back on the stone that lay half way across the wide river that was about forty meters wide, her hands behind her head as she looked up at the sky on the large circular stone. Her eyes following the Alderaanian clouds as the glided slowly over head, casting down shadows upon the river and the forest that lined its banks, it was peace and quiet... minus the roar of the waterfall that was, it was peace and quiet minus that.
She wore pure white robes with a similarly pure white cloak and hood that at the time remained down, her hair remained pulled up and collected in an intricate design. A style she had done by accident one day but found it had both the functionality of remaining out of her eyesight and still looked normal. Her sabers remained beside her own the stone and after a few moments she started to whistle as it was a normal day.
[member="Enigma"]
Alexandra sat back on the stone that lay half way across the wide river that was about forty meters wide, her hands behind her head as she looked up at the sky on the large circular stone. Her eyes following the Alderaanian clouds as the glided slowly over head, casting down shadows upon the river and the forest that lined its banks, it was peace and quiet... minus the roar of the waterfall that was, it was peace and quiet minus that.
She wore pure white robes with a similarly pure white cloak and hood that at the time remained down, her hair remained pulled up and collected in an intricate design. A style she had done by accident one day but found it had both the functionality of remaining out of her eyesight and still looked normal. Her sabers remained beside her own the stone and after a few moments she started to whistle as it was a normal day.
[member="Enigma"]