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Rania Lark
Star
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2013
It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun filtered gently through the trees, and the soft sound of wind chimes danced on the breeze as the leaves shuffled slightly. Suddenly—a shimmer in the air. A cool artificial breeze rustles the roses on the bushes just outside the entrance to the house.
Soft fluttering followed, like feathers brushing the wind. Then—
✧ THUMP. ✧
A petite, pale woman lowered down onto the street. Her body was lithe, covered in a simple white sheath that followed the curve of her petite frame down to her ankles. Her long ebony hair flowed gently in the breeze. By all accounts, she was a beautiful woman, but still otherworldly. Probably because of the large, white, feathered wings that extended out from her shoulder blades. Straightening up, brushing off her white dress with a huff, her soft wings twitched in irritation as they folded back behind her.
She smiled gently, the golden halo placed gently around her head like a crown slightly askew from the trip. Her cerulean eyes sparkled like the morning dew as she looked around, before softly walking towards the door. Moving up the steps, humming a little tune, the angel girl knocked softly on the door, her knuckles making delicate rat-tat-tatting sounds on the wood.
“Emilie? It’s me, Naia! I’m here! It’s been way too long, my friend.”
She paused, wings fluttering softly behind her, waiting eagerly—tail feathers of light gently trailing over the porch.
Soft fluttering followed, like feathers brushing the wind. Then—
✧ THUMP. ✧
A petite, pale woman lowered down onto the street. Her body was lithe, covered in a simple white sheath that followed the curve of her petite frame down to her ankles. Her long ebony hair flowed gently in the breeze. By all accounts, she was a beautiful woman, but still otherworldly. Probably because of the large, white, feathered wings that extended out from her shoulder blades. Straightening up, brushing off her white dress with a huff, her soft wings twitched in irritation as they folded back behind her.
She smiled gently, the golden halo placed gently around her head like a crown slightly askew from the trip. Her cerulean eyes sparkled like the morning dew as she looked around, before softly walking towards the door. Moving up the steps, humming a little tune, the angel girl knocked softly on the door, her knuckles making delicate rat-tat-tatting sounds on the wood.
“Emilie? It’s me, Naia! I’m here! It’s been way too long, my friend.”
She paused, wings fluttering softly behind her, waiting eagerly—tail feathers of light gently trailing over the porch.