Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190506221605/@comment-33968890-20190512200706

Nymphaea made her way down to the feast. The plan but elegant white dress flowing around her curves flawlessly. She wore a golden back gilded in water lilies small golden pins to with water lilies pinned up her hair which was tumbling down in soft dark curls. She smelled of lavender and spice a way word wind swept from the dessert and the wild sage the dwelt there. She walked over the floor as if she floated on air. Her toned arms adorned in golden arm band over her upper arm. Her finger nails where short but had been sanded smooth and polished. Her figure was ravishing clean and smooth gated with out flaw a true lily of the Nile. She was not over decorated in fact simple came to mind but there was not such a beauty else to be seen as she entered. She did not dress for the party but, to be respectful of the place and the king and queen where she could be.

- Aten stood tall in a good spot to view all of the floor. He was dressed for the occasion accept simpler and planner and more conservative. His eyes snagged on Nymphaea as he entered he recognized her from her walk and the fire that seemed to burn in her always. But he had never behold her in such pose.

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