Post by May Hui-Ying on Jan 21, 2008 14:33:41 GMT -5
May was happly walking down into the 7th floor corridor. Her cane was tapping on the ground, she awating the stairs whitch were comming soon. Still she was walking forward.
May had on her midnightblue cloak with a golden latch keeping secure. Her hair was in a messy bun.
She was randomly thinking of what to teach her first years... It started something like this:
Apollon also slew Marsyas, the son of Olympos. This fellow had come upon the flute which Athene had thrown away because it made her face misshapen, and he proceeded to face Apollon in a musical contest. It was decided that the winner could do whatever he wanted with the loser. During the contest Apollon played lyre in a reverse position, and invited Marsyas to do the same. But Marsyas was incapable of this feat, and so Apollon won. He finished off Marsyas by hanging him from a lofty pine and flaying him.
May had on her midnightblue cloak with a golden latch keeping secure. Her hair was in a messy bun.
She was randomly thinking of what to teach her first years... It started something like this:
Apollon also slew Marsyas, the son of Olympos. This fellow had come upon the flute which Athene had thrown away because it made her face misshapen, and he proceeded to face Apollon in a musical contest. It was decided that the winner could do whatever he wanted with the loser. During the contest Apollon played lyre in a reverse position, and invited Marsyas to do the same. But Marsyas was incapable of this feat, and so Apollon won. He finished off Marsyas by hanging him from a lofty pine and flaying him.
