~Far below, a woman sings a song of calm, sadness, and tranquility; of remembrance, and the future, while above, the Tarkin rests on her balcony, clad in a long silver gown of Barian Silk. Her hair, pulled back tightly, rests over her right shoulder, and the crimson crown on her head glows in the moonlight. She echoes the words of the woman below, her voice sweet and soft.
In her eyes, the reflections of stars seem tiny orbs. She bears no smile on her face, but a look of intense sadness. In her hands, she holds a silver picture frame, bearing the image of a man with black hair, and deep blue eyes. Beside him is three children, a girl of black hair, a boy, her twin, and a teenager with silver hair. Behind them is the same woman who holds the frame, smiling happily.~
Subject: <:Repossession:> 
Sat Oct 13, 2007 6:34 pm