Subject: (*)Fire Be Beauty(*) |
Author: HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 16:49:52 12/16/02 Mon
In reply to:
Aurora
's message, "Radiant" on 16:31:54 12/16/02 Mon
(*)As the congregation grew, the art she toiled with grew harder and harder to relish on, so she decided to quit. Maybe another time, in a quieter place. Twas her own fault, really, doing this near the middle of the territory. But no matter.(*)
(*)Not meaning to be nosy, simply observative, since she was a bit away, her sculpting turned to face the covering, one wing stretched before her, in immobile exercise. Diadem hung on an artistically curved neck, allowing opalites, illuminous and daring, to watch the Prince, daughters, and mate, wondering what this situation might play out to. So in stillness she resided, never wavering her aura, so a firess' presence was always there....seen or not. Scales track upwards, open skin to the absent breeze, as well as releasing some excess body heat. And there she watches.....a silent siren(*)
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