Moment
She Was A Raven
At this moment she was, in fact, as close as possible to a raven.
Her cloak consumed her into jet black cotton as the breeze tousled it in midair. Dark strands from her silky mane covered most of her expressionless face. Grey pools rimmed with long, thick lashes glistened with spite in contrast to her milk white skin. Night had fallen fast and deep on the world, a wispy black shade with an undertone of blue. She was a foreteller of death in her dark attire, with an eerie sense lurking about her.
The rich scent of a dark vanilla flowed with her as she drifted swiftly through the marketplace. She finally felt different in a way that needed no explaining, their eyes told all. She saw her observers’ opinions solely through their expressions, which put her immediately in a seat of power when addressing them. Her scowl and soft tone were an odd mix on their own, but her added general politeness caught many by surprise. Courteous and quick, she smiled only to herself and continued on as usual, as if absolutely nothing was strange about the ashes placed on her forehead.
Her cloak consumed her into jet black cotton as the breeze tousled it in midair. Dark strands from her silky mane covered most of her expressionless face. Grey pools rimmed with long, thick lashes glistened with spite in contrast to her milk white skin. Night had fallen fast and deep on the world, a wispy black shade with an undertone of blue. She was a foreteller of death in her dark attire, with an eerie sense lurking about her.
The rich scent of a dark vanilla flowed with her as she drifted swiftly through the marketplace. She finally felt different in a way that needed no explaining, their eyes told all. She saw her observers’ opinions solely through their expressions, which put her immediately in a seat of power when addressing them. Her scowl and soft tone were an odd mix on their own, but her added general politeness caught many by surprise. Courteous and quick, she smiled only to herself and continued on as usual, as if absolutely nothing was strange about the ashes placed on her forehead.