<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><br/>Ashinalin stared long and hard into her deep sea colored eyes they were specked with shades of grey around the edges, she liked her eyes a lot it was easily her favorite feature about herself. Yawning she covered her lips and stood from her vanity to thumb through the dresses she owned. She let her hands run over the various materials appreciating the soft but the course she admired for it's beauty. It was early her servant girl hadn't come yet to help her dress. Sometimes she wondered why on this day she raised before most. After a moment she gave a soft shrug returning to her bed to wait for the arrival of the girl or the stir of her husband which ever had happened first.<br/><br/>She looked down to her sleeping husband, he was an attractive man who had good qualities he took good care for her understood her appeal to herself and maintaining her beauty and hadn't questioned her once about her needs to do so. She appreciated this man as she did her soft materials and light dresses. She didn't know a better way to explain it, didn't know how to show it, so she didn't try and for all she knew life was grand. She brushed a hand through his hair laying beside him staring at him envying his strong features that would grow more grand with age where here own would wither away.</span>