from a tender age,
Alatariel had a gift for art,
body art.
she had a gift for colours; fashion.

when her mother showered her with
clothes and assesories as she grew older,
she knew how to match her dresses perfectly.
she could conjure beauty out of rags.

then when she turned 13,
her mother gave her her first
makeup kit
so that she could look her best at functions
and present herself appropriately
as Princess of Phileschaund.

she had loved it,
keeping it in a special golden box
her great grandmother had left her with.
it was an intricately carved wooden box
of different patterns and oriental flowers
with gold powder delicately sprinkled on.

whenever she opened its lid,
her greatgrandmother would
be smiling warmly at her,
driving all the blues away.
alatariel would stroke her great
grandmother's face but could only
try to remember what she had once
shared with this lady she loved dear.

supported by its 4 bowed legs
that ended with an elegant twirl,
the box was Alatariel's prized possession
and the only reminder of her past.


it doesnt end here...
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