bloom

m é l i s a n d e


the air was crisp with the newness of spring; the season of beauty and love. upon anywhere in boreas, the redbud nook captivated the fertility of spring like no other. and within it, laid the tiny melisande. her lithe frame still with the slow heaving of her paced, relaxed breath. in a light slumber she laid, thin limbs folded in a prim tuck as her head rested on slim wrists. shaped with effeminate curves, she is effortlessly beautiful against the dappled light that casted down on her plush crimson fur. the pink canopy above shielding her from the brighter sun as she rested in the shade beneath a larger tree. decorating around her were pink blossom from the trees above, loosened by the gentle breezes that twirled around her. they collected around her like a delicate aura, adorning her furthermore. and within this space, she was a gentle, vibrant light.
she doesn't wake to the smell or sound of the approaching stranger. unaware of them and their close proximity..

"talk" "think"