Meiqing is an extraordinary Qing Lan Pavilion disciple with a light brown complexion and captivating brown intelligent eyes. She is capable, quick-witted and well versed in martial arts. She was adopted at an early age by Fang Hua, the Master of the...
"Beneath the moon's watchful glow, on the plum tree, the golden-hued maiden of shadows bask" !!!.
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Meiqing- plum flowers.
As twilight descended, in the soft haze of dusk, on one of the plum blossom trees was a silent maiden with a noble spirit forged in shadows by the given name of Meiqing. She was the one rare disciple of the Qing Lan Pavilion gifted with a golden brown skin tone. Very different skin colour from her other disciple mates. Under the moon's silvery glow, she lay serenely atop the plum tree's gnarled branch, her slender form bathed in an ethereal light as the night breeze whispered secrets through the leaves.
At most times, Meiqing would be seen relaxing on the same specific tree. She liked the tree because of its wisdom and its strong fragrance scent. As she was laying there, the soft breeze brought along the blossom smell which was pleasant and head clearing.
She was laying on the most strong branch of the tree that gave space to see the sky. Her one leg was crossed over the other while her hands settled behind her head. She looked rather comfortable in that position, she wasn't the slight bit suffering any grievances as she let the moonlight sooth her soul while the moon was thinly shrouded like a silver gauze above her. Her pose was relaxed and so was her body. there wasn't even a slight tinge of annoyance between her brows.
She was silently observing the sky. She enjoyed sky gazing as much as she enjoyed picking up a sword. Watching the moon in full bloom gave her a sense of peace. Her gaze was a deep starless pool that reflected the night's vastness, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. The gentle wind was showering kisses over every inch of her face. As she gazed up at the beautiful full snowy moon that was dancing in the shallows of every river and lakes. Waiting for the sun on the mountains, drifting on the echoes of the late hours of the night while sailing on the wind.
At this tranquil moment, she became one with the plum tree.
'Resilience, in its twisted trunks. Beauty in its blossoms. And stealth, in its shadowed boughs' !.
Her brown eyes burned bright, all full moon glow as they welcomed the light. Her skin pure light brown and golden glowing, like polished amber seemed to absorb the moon's beam, radiating a soft, ethereal light that harmonised with the plum blossoms' delicate petals. It was on nights like these that she usually became a curious soul whose mind was often found wandering away from the ordinary.
She found herself under the same moon, under the same sky. It was the same moon she used to look up to with hopeful eyes when she was just a little girl. Its beauty never changed, although a lot had changed for her. She had grown quite a lot. She became mature for her age at an early stage, although she didn't ask to be matured. She grew up sensing that there was an invisible hand holding her neck and forcing her to understand. Forcing her to understand even the impossible, even the things a girl her age would never get.
