Petals in the wind
05-22-2016, 02:57 PM
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It was mesmerizing though the golden king's rays could not penetrate the dense suspended liquid that pale child would not help but look around in wonder. An eternal beauty, a treasure trove that one such as her could never dream of. The royal court would have spilled blood to acquire such a sight but for now it was all hers, she could never imagine them sending another so far from their kingdom. Pale hetrochromic eyes seemed to widen with an almost innocence as she wiggled her way through the dense mist, watching as the low lying fog danced around her paws as if to ask her to dance. A sign escaped her thin lips as she watched her coloration blend so well with the handing crystals, another reminder of how perfect she was for servitude. She was the product of perfect beading, a child that could blend into the background when she was no longer needed and yet she did not let that thought drag her down. Instead she gazed at the bright canvas before her, looking at the petals of crimson and leaves that matched a canary's breast. She could name them all, every floral creature matching them with their meaning and how they could be interpenetrated. Leisurely she lowered her ebony nostrils to the grouping of flowers that were close knit with their petals, their hues ranged from a deep magenta to the purest of ivory. The Persian Ranunculus. It was a flower she always loved though she found their lack of smell to always disappoint her, she could fill her home with them and not once would she catch a scent or fragrance that might entice a butterfly to fall on their petals. "Pourquoi ne pas vous sentez, ma douce?" her thick accent rolled of her lips as if the flower could give her the answer she seeked, she always wondered if they could hear her. |
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