Post by Lyla on Dec 16, 2013 9:50:20 GMT -5
Taylia's soft silver hair flowed around her as if a river. Her sparkling brown eyes scanned the horizon from her perch, her bare legs hung over the willows thick limb, her smaller pasty white dress hugged her tightly. She didn't like it here, she wanted to leave. But her father would never let her go, not after her mother ran from him. Her frail wings fluttered behind her, they were thin and see through, but she didn't much mind. They were plain while others had color and patterns, hers were just a cream color, with the sunlight streaming right through.