Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20150120031441/@comment-13593058-20150223175000

The fragmented light of the moon embraced the surface of the desert sands. Memories, taking the first shift, sat legs crossed and relaxed. Her long white hair, free from the binding ribbon enveloped her like a blanket as the dry winds blew from the camp's entrance.

Beside her, the porcelaine mask that normally hid her face rested, faceless and unmoving. From her coat, she removed an old photograph one two little girls and a woman. One little girl was taller, pale and had white hair, her eyes matched with a dazzling silver colour. The shorter girl had darker hair and deep violet pupils. The woman's face was cut in half but her long strands of hair fell just enough to be seen, revealing a beautiful bleached slate colour.