The sky roared with its bleak clouds and somber sky. The wind howled with the anger of a thousand sylphs. The sky cried. The tears fell from the heavens and pelted the cobblestone below. Visitors to this place of beauty filled place fled to awnings and areas protected from the wraith the sky was unleashing. Rain was such a hated thing here in a place where the sun only enhances it's beauty, at least, to most it was. No one knew the reason for this abysmal sky or why it suddenly blackened. They could not comprehend the reasoning for the rain or who was here, to everyone else she seemed just like a normal human girl. No one knew her past or what she was. On the outside she was just a scantly clad girl, but the blood that flowed through her veins was of a divine sort.
The flowing, rose tinted locks rolled down her back in a waterfall in a regal but yet wild like manner. Her body was lean but toned like the body of a dancer or gymnast. Her crimson eyes scanned the sky as the rain fell down and seemed to caress her sun kissed skin. The water almost seemed to dance with her not soak her in an overpowering drenching rain. Her eyes, like two pools of red wine sparkling with a great love for everything. The onlookers stared at this great beauty walked down the cobble stone with her heels clacking against the stone path. This beauty was well endowed with gifts men ogled and women cursed her for.
She traveled down the path and came to a beautiful field of red roses. She leaned down and smelled them. Her gentle hand caressing the buds as she smelled. Her angelic form was clad in a long snow white dress with a slit up the right leg. Adorned on her upper arms are golden bracers that sparkled in the rain. " Such a beautiful but yet fragile thing here. They say a flower has the strength to grow in such a harsh environment. I wonder, do I have the same strength to thrive here? These humans, they never see the beauty of this weather, the one that gives me my namesake. Can they not see this weather grants life? Can you see it, fragile one?" She said as her eyes glimmered in the reflective light of the water. It may seem odd for someone to talk to a flower, but for her this was natural. Something she did to show her love for life and it's children.
The flowing, rose tinted locks rolled down her back in a waterfall in a regal but yet wild like manner. Her body was lean but toned like the body of a dancer or gymnast. Her crimson eyes scanned the sky as the rain fell down and seemed to caress her sun kissed skin. The water almost seemed to dance with her not soak her in an overpowering drenching rain. Her eyes, like two pools of red wine sparkling with a great love for everything. The onlookers stared at this great beauty walked down the cobble stone with her heels clacking against the stone path. This beauty was well endowed with gifts men ogled and women cursed her for.
She traveled down the path and came to a beautiful field of red roses. She leaned down and smelled them. Her gentle hand caressing the buds as she smelled. Her angelic form was clad in a long snow white dress with a slit up the right leg. Adorned on her upper arms are golden bracers that sparkled in the rain. " Such a beautiful but yet fragile thing here. They say a flower has the strength to grow in such a harsh environment. I wonder, do I have the same strength to thrive here? These humans, they never see the beauty of this weather, the one that gives me my namesake. Can they not see this weather grants life? Can you see it, fragile one?" She said as her eyes glimmered in the reflective light of the water. It may seem odd for someone to talk to a flower, but for her this was natural. Something she did to show her love for life and it's children.