Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190506221605/@comment-33968890-20190512220917

Nymphaea moved closer dipping again as she neared her brother. her gown flowed about her and her skin seemed to glow as if kissed by the sun. The river of rich dark curls pinned up but tumbling down in small spills over her back and shoulders. her face obscured by the mask her eyes deep well of brown soft and hidden like treasure of the earth. "Permission to approach?" she inquired of the king.