anger

Undómion leaned back in the chair with one leg swung over the other, one hand with a goblet of wine. He did not feel any form of remorse or feel for his actions towards Ráolor’s work of art. The blind elf had beheaded the statue. Ráolor yelled at him, and even threatened Undómion should he lay hand on the statue again…The blind elf did not seem to care; all he saw was he was trying to make a point clear. Is life really all in statues and jewels? What about being friendship, or marriage, bound to someone forever? What held more worth?

Red really does look simple.

The girl paused her writing as the anger had taken over her heart again. A tear had dropped on the page and spread the ink. She quickly placed away her quill, for she feared that she would snap it in half, and got up from the chair. She looked around in her tiny room for a moment before she walked to a window and looked outside.