The Mountain - Lady Melly





One of our most frequent  requests is a photo of Lady Melicent. As she's not actually a real person, that isn't easy. I've finally decided to cave and post a pic that's close to my mental image of Melly. I think that truth be told, my real mental image of her is actually a green eyed, human version of Belle, from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. I know, I know... ;)
mjs

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  1. Anonymous03 October, 2012

    It's no wonder Gregor loves this pretty thing :-) please make him say it in your fic he loves Melly!

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    1. Animal Spirits04 October, 2012

      Give him time! ;) He might not recognize love when he feels it, but he does feel something! He's learning!
      mjs

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    2. Anonymous04 October, 2012

      He's an eager learner, isn't he?)

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