03 Jun 2010 at 03:16 - 20

When she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural.

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'"
Sorry for being greedy, but it can't hurt to try, right?
This is Illharess. She grew up in Ascalon, always marveling over the beauty of the place. She is obsessed with beauty. She started her training as a Necromancer in order to save her lush green home - and part of her was destroyed along with Ascalon. It drove her a little mad. Her preferences have gotten a bit darker these days, with the notion that there is nothing,
nothing in this world more beautiful than her homeland - even after the Searing. Of course, that doesn't stop her from looking. She's drifting, withdrawn, and has a hard time interacting with other people. Without the proper focus, every spell consumes just a little of her soul, and with it, more of her sanity.
(Captions are quotes by Lewis Carroll.)