The Goblin King's Sketch Book
You pick up the nearest book which is methodically worn about the flexible brown leather cover, leaving finger grips softened. Opening to the first page, you find lettering, drawn in gold ink that ripples across the page in languidly florid script. It reads simply;
Various Sketches
Jareth ~*Goblin King*~
Hmmm... well, better read on then. The next page holds a watercolour painting, its lines long and sweeping promote thoughts of silk draped about the figure, a tall elven woman. Locks of midnight starless hair hang about her ivory skinned face as eyes of unfathomable depth seem to peer distantly at some far off place. Her expression is one of slight sadness, yet an almost child-like faith is held captive beneath her sloped brow, behind tamed pupils and irises. Something about her stance indicates hidden power, but it is a lost, or controlled power. Maybe even naive in a way. It seems enough to say this elf is fair beyond belief and beguilingly child-like.
After scanning the picture critically, you note the name beneath.
Aelfwynn, Queen of the Soelfren Alfar, Dwolung Alfar and High Priestess
The second page is smudged, scars, almost as if someone had drawn a dagger tip across it, but not had the heart to rip it completely, are scattered across the image. A wild eyed woman with dark curled locks framing her pricked features stares at you with lividity. Her mouth, pert over a set jaw sports crimson lips. A small shard of blue crystal, or glass or gem seems set into the hollow of her throat, glittering coldly, almost as coldly as her eyes. It is appropriate, you think, to say this woman's beauty lies in her strength, but perhaps it is her weakness as well. Her entire face is a mask of stubborness, but her hands, opened in front of her seem to indicate the plea for something. Confused you shake your head and read the bottom caption.
Lady Kalypso, Ruler of the Sea
On the third page, its edges a bit more worn, are a pair of nearly identical girls. The girls, with their arms loosely hung on each other's shoulders smile. The first's smile is warm and almost motherly. The second girl's smile creases her face in a cresent moon of haughtiness, most of the brazen emotion conceal cleverly behind huge liquid eyes of teal. Long pin straight hair of shining blond covers boths shoulders like flax. The pair appear almost perfect. The lower corner of the picture reads:
Sunn Elemental and Storrm Elemental
Your fingers begin to leaf through pages hastily, many empty or scribbled over until you come to a drawing that captures your attention. A girl, no, a woman...This lovely creature's face and expression oppose each other entirely. Though youth's dew still hangs clearly about the round, soft features clear eyes of startling green gleam with the inner light of knowledge and wisdom. Heavy and thick curls of rust combined with cherry red and flame orange mingle to cast tiny shadows about the rim of her lips, and the fold of her eyelids. Blinking, you notice the heavily feathered wings folded just back of her shoulders, flawless white. She is an angel, not for her experience, nor for her look, but for her knowing.
Poldara
A few more blank pages greet you, until your eyes rest upon the figure of a shadow riddled man. His features are somewhat hazed by the cloak of darkness aided by the charcoal medium of the picture. Shoulder length hair of a light sand hue alluding to the morning's first pale rays of light. A fine dusting of black makes for heavy eyebrows that almost conceal the glitteringly strong eyes beneath. There is an air of very quiet struggle here. A clashing of bloods, a weighted soul.
Damian Creed
Gracing the other side of the parchment is the drawing of a very small child, weeks old even. His eyes, a dawn bright and glowing shade of amber are large and almond shaped, sharper than the majority of his still miniature features. Light curls of silk dark hair crown his gold brushed face. Tiny points to his ears poke through the dark mat of hair. 'So young...' is your first thought, but there is so much more to this child. Worlds more than you can't even guess at yet. The beautiful boy seems to be smiling, but not the excited babbling smile of a very young child, it's the knowing smile of a schooled and wizened adult.
Kentalyn WillSteel
The expression of the next person pictured catches you in an involuntary shiver. A steel eyed man with a square set jaw and a heavy brow glares at you coldly. His eyes are dark, but his face is not ageless. In fact, age lines criss-cross his forehead, and wrinkles about his mouth attest to the assumption he frowned far more than smiled. Long hair of reddish brown falls just over his shoulders, waving slightly at the bottom as it meets the cold steel of his armour.
Lucas
This picture is much easier to rest your eyes upon indeed. A lovely fair faced woman with girlish features and eyes that gleam with life, lust, and adventure seek appears in the page. Touselled hair of deep mahogany curls wildly about her shoulders, half tied with a clashingly colourful scarf. Hoop earrings dangle from pert little near hidden earlobes as she stares back at you smiling. Her smile is so very jovially strong, you find the corner of your own mouth lifting to match the picture's. For a moment, you forget it is a picture. Her hand at the corner, holds a pair of finger brass castanets.
Zakiyah
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