Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 5:52:13 GMT
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Sitting under the ivory beams of shimmering light Lana was at total peace, or at least as peaceful as one could be. Outside the world of her thunderous mind the sounds of birds chirping and the wind howling softly hummed over the Hikari Shrine as people of old and young moved past her. The sun's veil caressed her like a mother caresses her child, tucking beneath her frame like a warm blanket made of cotton. Her lips curved into a smile as she watch the clouds that took shape in likeness to a child's imagination. Her champagne colored pools staring out into the world, wondering what it would be like to fly as high as the birds and higher than the clouds.A soft yawn escaped the girl's pale lips as she began moving into the forest of the shrine, brushing locks of pink from her face. "Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green when I am king, dilly, dilly, You shall be queen..." Her voice cut through the air like a shining silver knife, as her lips continued to move in sync with the music that was playing in her head. Her mother had sang the song to her during her younger years, back when things were better; such a beautiful sound it excluded. Her mind began slipping again, into the deepest fabrics of her mind, the one place where her memories were in their prime. Beautiful distant memories slithered into her brain, creating soft blurry images of her family. Her family of Mod Souls and their creators, standing side by side, a few on her left and a few on her right. In those days she was innocent, constantly wanting to be out to explore the world instead of doing what she had been made to do. She was naive.
A soft laughter escaped her lips as she bent down to touch a few of the flowers that were in full bloom, clusters of tulips, roses, lavender and the like spiked from the ground forming a beautiful bouquet of colors. She always loved lavender, maybe it was from the song but they had come to be her favorite flower. Crouching down, with one hand on her knee, and the other touching the flower she began singing again. Under the impression that she was alone, her voice grew louder with each verse
"Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so."
She couldn't help but wonder though, if someone was watching her.
Quixotic of GS[attr="class","credits"]
