Watching, Thinking, Sketching

Klay was crouched in one of the tree's near the lake, watching the water. It was early dawn, and she loved the reflection of the sky against the water. Then agian, maybe it just reminded her of home.
Home.
There was that word again, filling her mind like an inflated ballon. She wondered what her sister was doing. Most liky reading one of those book she had gotten herself from the Attic. Klay chuckled. The Attic. What a place. It was more like a library, getting new books every day.
Her mind snapped back to the problem. Her problem. Full moon was tomorrow, and she knew it was going to be one of her worst transformations. She didn't like going Drow at all. She would need a cloak. With a hood.
She sighed as the orange sun rose slowly, leaning against the trunk and letting one leg hang off the branch she was on.
Pulling out a pencil and a pad of strange-looking paper, Klay started to sketch out a girl. A very unusual girl, with pointy ears and long hair. But a big smile, and bright eyes. Klay started to shade in the skin when she heard a twig snap and jumped to attention. The put her pencil away, but kept the pas in her hand, as if the picture would disappear if she returned it to her knapsack. She leaped into the shadows at the trunk, almost completely invisible.


((Long enough? XD))

Klay watched as the foot hit the other girl. Of course, she was a trained assassin, a licesned killer. No foot of a human would touch her. Her ears were part of the Drow in her. She heard the girl when she was a yard or five away. She still was in the shadows, but reappeared as she stepped out, the picture still half-shown. To bad she couldn't tell them to get lost, but her sister...
That was a story of another time. She wwouldn't bear to think about it... not now...

Klay did not falter her step, nor dd she speak. Not that she didn't want to, but she couldn't. She had swore on all that she was, on everything she had, that she wouldn't speak until time came. And that time wasn't now. At least, she wouldn't know until she was able to remove her mask. Her hand tightened it, just to make sure it wouldn't fall off. That was the last thing she wanted. To have her mask off. Ugh.