Prayers in HighgardenSansa whispered sweet prayers to the Seven, lighting candles for the Mother and the Crone. The Septon escorted her to the noble privy but was dismissed and relieved of prayer and blessing. Her eyes lifted to the stone statues embedded with colorful stone that glimmered with the flicker of the flame. She was free. Free of Joffrey, free of Cersei, free of King's Landing yet she still felt the phantom shackles binding her.Prayers in Highgarden by mooyacow
In Highgarden she roamed as she pleased. There were still the watching eyes that followed as she moved and remembered what she spoke, though these spies were far more skilled and subtle than those of King's Landing. She made sure to be a well sung bird, an acquired trait she learned at a more oppressing time.
The Tyrells had betrothed her to Willas as promised by the Queen of Thorns and Margaery. When seeing him stumble towards her, his weakness flooded her thoughts, but she refused to speak words. She remembered her thoughts when meeting the Tyrells to su
Gee Wilikers! I am ALIVE!I am so MIND blown at the winds of change! I cannot even begin my tale of life's journey right now! I want to spill, but all my hands are doing is aching for art--creation. I have no idea why my mouth is speaking in parables, but know it is all joy. Purest joy. Did I fall in love and not know it? Am I actually sitting down or am I floating to Heaven touching my beloved's gifted lips?Gee Wilikers! I am ALIVE! by shensemotto
*ahem* In reality, I lost my art supplies....(so many moves, I swear!). The only thing I have is my Bamboo Pad *sigh* which I do not like to use. One day, I will be rich and buy me an Ipad. That way I can actually look at what I'm drawing and not the computer screen while moving on a tablet. BUT I'm still happy, because it challenges me!
I've drawn so muuuuch but can't post since they are in my sketch book and I am cheap..aka no scanner. Oh well.
Good day, slaves and possums.