She sat in the meadow, her nimble fingers gliding over the pollen dotted petals. She shut her eyes, listening to the cawing of the birds in the trees, the rustle of the rabbits in the bushes, her mind was at peace for the first time this month. Her red, elven hair blowing in the wind. She fell back, allowing the flowers to caress her skin. She was bare. Each brightly coloured flower complimenting her pale complextion. She opened her eyes and looked to the sky, her sea blue-green eyes softening as she sun created a hazy golden glow. She closed her eyes again, opening them to the darkness which was her bedroom.
She sat up, a deep sigh escaping her lips as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Dull and dark. She was a spark in a world so dim.
