She comes through the shadows to watch over his keep. He has gone so she roams the ancient halls in her idle time. The walls whisper softly of him. The floors seem mirrors of his passings. Low are the torches and candles that only enhance her elegant beauty as she moves like a protrait in motion. It seems he has been gone forever as she feels if his keep watches over her. She listens for the heavy footfalls of his return. The forgotten Manor lies in all it's tasteful fashion of times long forgotten themselves. Her beauty only makes the keep seem all the more richer in elegance and royality. Enchanting blue topaz orbs seek out every hall and return the long stare of the armor that stands empty as men. She senses his presence even though he isn't within the keep. She will watch and wait for she is his DarDar. Not lovers, but a bond that goes thicker and deeper than even blood. She is his delicate shadow that keeps him alive in his wanderings. She is the beauty that brings him and his keep alive. Shush now if you listen close you will hear her passing. But only a few with luck will ever see the most beautiful of visions as she. This picture was made for my dearest friend. It is a character picture. Hawk's DarDar. His keeper. His riches. His ever silent lady that remains through the times they have lived. A friend that has endured much by his side and travels. A beauty none shall dare to compare. For even the roses weep at her sight. For you Tash. The way I see Hawk's long time friend. Signed too. -chuckles-