the goddess and the girl

4

Meet me at the lake.

Her heart raced.

She turned and began to walk towards the meadow.

Her head swarmed with thoughts.

White fingernails made their way to her chocolate hair.

She walked faster.

Aesis joined her.

And there she was.

Sitting, feet in the lake, on the rocks.

She seemed to glow in the sunlight.

She could've been a goddess herself.

She will be one.

She turned.

The goddess gasped.

The girl got up and walked towards her.

She stopped.

Vasileia had never seen anyone like her.

Her tan, sunkissed skin she gained from staying in the clouds.

Her short, brown hair she had chopped off once the angels began to talk.

Her sharp blue eyes, which reflected the light from every angle.

And her crown.

A golden, glowing ring of leaves.

She was perfect.

Noara had never seen a mortal like her.

Her pale skin which was dotted by brown freckles.

Her long, golden locks hair, which was accented by a single pink flower behind her ear.

Her soft, dark brown eyes which sparkled as she stared.

She was perfect.

The girl's hands moved to her face.

They delicately touched, as if trying to ask,

Is this real?

Is she real?

She spun around and grabbed something from her basket.

she held out her hands.

A bun of bread.

An offering.

Noara's hands moved to pick up the food.

Homemade.

Full of love.

It was still warm from the oven.

She began to cry.