Avalon, was a dreamer, not a person with feet in her shoes and a head on her shoulders, but a girl with her head in the clouds and her nose in a book. Avalon was plain to look at until she looked at you, face to face. Then, she was beautiful. She had hair the color of coal, and azure eyes, a stark contrast to her other, rather plain features. The eyes, those were a piece of work. Whenever she looked at something, her eyes began to sparkle and smile, in the way that eyes do. When you looked into her eyes you could not help but to stare in wonder as they seemed to transport you into a world all her own, unique in the way that birds looked like faries in her two blue eyes.
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Through Avalon's Eyes
FantasyAvalon, was a dreamer, not a person with feet in her shoes and a head on her shoulders, but a girl with her head in the clouds and her nose in a book.
