Take Me To The River
05-07-2014, 01:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-07-2014, 02:05 PM by Motif I.)
Through the limiting vision of part litted eyes she would now take in her first look of the girl before her. Where before she had been a dark silhouette against the last rays of a dying sun, a dark figure to the backdrop of the burst of autumn shades and shimmering miragesbof color. Now she could see the girl in whole as a creature in of a shimmeringly blue white by reflection of the great sea in the last shreds of white behind them, a shade not seen from down below. More then this she could see that she was not a true representation of the pearlecent shade. Not with lines of black that shaped and adorned her feathure and the stunningly living shade of blue. with the completion of her song she would now hold the full attention of this stranger, and a grin would sweep Motifs expression as she kept her own golden gaze upon the other. "yes, its beautiful and hard to forget" her gentle voice was wistful with those words and all the memories they brought back to life. She did not however dwell upon a single one, allowing nothing to take her attention from this silver girl before her. Her expression was almost apologetic as the other spoke of the songs meaning to her. She had not after all intended to intrude, but it had been too much right to walk away from, and the words still tasted sweet upon her tongue. Motif Destruction, Adelaide. And its my pleasure with a friendly wink and a half dip of her head she would complete the pleasantries of introductions. Speech Thought |
