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Rainbow
Guest
Original poster
She was your run-of-the-mill girl. Average height, typical weight, normal appearance: long shaggy cinnamon locks, sparkling green eyes, pert nose with a spray of heart-shaped freckles. Only one thing set her apart, her wings.
Concealed underneath layers of hoodies and shirts, Aubrey sometimes forgot about the delicate decorations adorning her shoulder blades. She ogled at herself in the mirror, shirtless. She fingered the paper-thin crystals until it caught the dismal light from her chandelier. Rainbows flooded the room, creating a dream –like realm around Aubrey. She closed her eyes and felt her eyelashes caress her nose, like a miniature broom, dusting the freckles from her face. She took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of freshness that encircled her.
Aubrey fell backwards on what she thought was her bed, but felt the familiar lushness of a freshly chopped lawn. She sat up abruptly, realizing that she was outdoors. How? Where? Suddenly she blushed at her absence of attire and pulled her extensive, sinuous skirt up over her chest. She caught sight of a small sign partially obscured by grass. Brushing the grass aside, Aubrey located tiny, intricate words, in a dialect visibly different from her own, but she could read it with an abnormal eloquence.
"Land of the Winged."</SPAN>
Concealed underneath layers of hoodies and shirts, Aubrey sometimes forgot about the delicate decorations adorning her shoulder blades. She ogled at herself in the mirror, shirtless. She fingered the paper-thin crystals until it caught the dismal light from her chandelier. Rainbows flooded the room, creating a dream –like realm around Aubrey. She closed her eyes and felt her eyelashes caress her nose, like a miniature broom, dusting the freckles from her face. She took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of freshness that encircled her.
Aubrey fell backwards on what she thought was her bed, but felt the familiar lushness of a freshly chopped lawn. She sat up abruptly, realizing that she was outdoors. How? Where? Suddenly she blushed at her absence of attire and pulled her extensive, sinuous skirt up over her chest. She caught sight of a small sign partially obscured by grass. Brushing the grass aside, Aubrey located tiny, intricate words, in a dialect visibly different from her own, but she could read it with an abnormal eloquence.
"Land of the Winged."</SPAN>