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The spring season was in full-bloom. The heat was soft and gentle, as was the sun’s rays itself. Ampoule basked in it, attempting to absorb all of the sun energy that she could, feeling herself be revitalized after a long winter. If the dead and the cold of winter meant that the siren could more thoroughly enjoy the spring when it came, then she would take a thousand winters – just as long as
it meant a thousand sun filled, gay afternoons spent in repose, recharging her soul beneath the solar gods. Certainly, it should have been a boon for everyone. Why ever would it not be?
The elegant woman reflected the lilac field in its fullest bloom. Most immediately, one might be struck by her regal countenance, which infused itself into all parts of her, from her innermost being to her external aura. Ampoule carries herself confidently, but her dove-white pelage prevents her from appearing too imposing. Downy and thick, Ampoule goes to great length to keep herself preened and pristine. In fact, she was grooming herself at that moment, holding her tail between her front paws and licking every hair in place, as if it were her own pup.
She watched the cavorting rabbits amongst the lilac fronds. She thought that it would be fun to play like them, so charismatic yet quiet. To not worry about the predator that lay just beyond, scarcely concealed by the middling, swaying grasses. Their family was large, and she was singular, and they were refilling their coffers with the resplendent sun just as she was. There was no fear, nor tension.
Her eyes are large, round and questioning – like two expensive and bright pink crystals shining at you, reflecting back the longing that is so abundantly offered amongst the warren.
The elegant woman reflected the lilac field in its fullest bloom. Most immediately, one might be struck by her regal countenance, which infused itself into all parts of her, from her innermost being to her external aura. Ampoule carries herself confidently, but her dove-white pelage prevents her from appearing too imposing. Downy and thick, Ampoule goes to great length to keep herself preened and pristine. In fact, she was grooming herself at that moment, holding her tail between her front paws and licking every hair in place, as if it were her own pup.
She watched the cavorting rabbits amongst the lilac fronds. She thought that it would be fun to play like them, so charismatic yet quiet. To not worry about the predator that lay just beyond, scarcely concealed by the middling, swaying grasses. Their family was large, and she was singular, and they were refilling their coffers with the resplendent sun just as she was. There was no fear, nor tension.
Her eyes are large, round and questioning – like two expensive and bright pink crystals shining at you, reflecting back the longing that is so abundantly offered amongst the warren.
