i don't dance, don't ask......i'll be over here, oh here..
Her world had slumbered for so long now it seems. Turning grey, drab, where once it had shone with a kaleidoscope of colors. Before everything had changed she had been filled with a dramatic sense of wonder.
She's grown in that time, no longer an awkward gangling young girl, but still her body is not blessed with the curves of a woman. Not yet. She’s also experienced a few misfortunes in her young life, the biggest and most influential- the death of her parents. The source of the black pit that had grown inside her stomach, had left her feeling so empty and alone.
In attempt to find her light again, to rid herself of the simmering darkness, she went out to the meadows. She explored the Jungle again. She smiled.
A graceful, warm emotion traced along her velvet lips. Sunshine cascaded from the skies, dripping onto her roan backside, warming her skin. The Meadow is as lovely as it ever was. Already fresh, green, grass spills into acres and acres of fields. Wildflowers blossom in precarious clusters, with no set pattern or placement. It truly is a beautiful day. This is why she looks curiously at the hurting roan male, and not with the face of recognition or concern a sister should have.
She knows of her siblings, most of them, and still she wouldn't recognize most even if she was staring them straight in the face. Another sad fact of life for the ex-princess. She approaches him without hesitation, his sullen, tear streaked face taking away any appearance of intimidation he might usually hold. Her hazel eyes are careful, yet still filled with concern and hope somehow. “Sorry..” She trails off, accenting the pause of silence to follow. “Are you okay?” She dips her head, trying to look at his eyes, the windows that would reveal his sorrows.