{Aizea Helenius}{D10}{WIP}
Sept 13, 2013 0:06:13 GMT -5
Post by Dreams on Sept 13, 2013 0:06:13 GMT -5
[/i][/center]you found yourself falling
your hopes in the sky
but your heart like
grape gum on the ground
you try to find yourself
shine
You look at a girl, smiling as she bounced on the back of her horse. Her blonde hair lifted rhythmically off her shoulders. You had seen her around, and you are surprised. As she rode by, her hair seemed sleek and perfect. She usually had it in a frizzy mess, curls falling to her rib cage. Most of the time, her bangs were tousled and her part was uneven. But as it moved so frequently, a glossy shine seemed to possess it. A healthy one. - And that was surprising for District Ten - But as she came to a stop, you noticed that her hair looked the same again; tangled and greasy.
You catch a small glimpse of her eyes. They looked different than before. Surprisingly mature. They were focused and alert. They always seemed so distant, not actually paying attention. Caught in a daydream and so wistful. You suppose that horse riding brought some reality to her mind. They were a unique amber, green hues showing slightly in the right light. She was a star gazer. You could almost seem to see the stars in her irises, as if she stared at the sky much too long. Her wide and curious eyes make you feel welcomed. They say that they're interested and listening - in a special way. They seem to pull out information you don't want to escape your lips. Short lashes barely visible above them as the hair was blonde, Her eyebrows were flat and thin, colored a light brown.
The rest of her face was babyish. Her cheeks were full and puffed out, set high on her face. Her chin was small round, her jawline slightly more definite than a female’s should be. Her lips are full and a light pink, slightly chapped from lack of water. Her teeth are off white, a noticeable gap between the two front teeth. Her skin is tanned, showing hours of sunlight. It didn’t seem moisturized because the shine wasn’t there. Her complexion is full of tiny scars everywhere, most likely from her several horse falls and scratches from thorny plant life. Your eyes follow her as she rides closer to you.
You could see she was tall. Maybe six feet, even. Her arms and legs were long and thin, perfect for horse riding. Her fingers were a spidery length, one clasped around the mane of the horse and the other hanging at her side. She looked elegant on the horse, as if she had been born on one. You couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been doing this. She and the creature seemed to move as one. She sees you and comes to a halt. She dismounts the horse, you hear only a light thud on the ground. You could tell this person was underweight. She walked towards you, and you notice that her footing is quite awkward. But she had seemed so coordinated on her horse…
“Hey there!” She says, smiling. You notice that her face had that vacant and careless expression. It makes you want to relax like her, but you just can’t.
You could see her clothes were tattered and worn. A plaid shirt that had to have the assistance of a white tank top to cover up her thin stomach. Her jean shorts were ripped and shredded. She moved easily in the, what looked like, such an uncomfortable outfit, which meant that it was normal to her. Her leather boots had an augmented shine, out of place in such horrible attire. Maybe they were new or she simply took care of them. She wore a small locket made of fake gold, heart shaped and filled with elaborate swirls. You are surprised to see wool fingerless gloves, hued a brown. You assume it was once white but had collected dirt as time passed. She turned around and led her black horse over to a fence post, tying it to the wood. She slipped on a small satchel and approached you calmly.
“I’m Aizea Helenius. Nice to meet you.”
fly
You can already tell Aizea is a very open person. She isn't shy, or at least she doesn't act like it. She has a strong and confident voice that accompanies straight posture. Her head is up and she looks directly into your eyes. Perhaps outgrowing her reaping age had resulted in this. As you look at her, you can't help but feel tough and brave. She seemed to give off an encouraging aura, telling you to suck it up and keep going. She was quite a likeable person, it seemed.
Aizea, as her eyes tell you, seems to be stuck in a daydream. Her words seem to drift through the air meaninglessly. They were empty. She didn't seem present, just caught up in the thoughts inside her head. She might be busy or have family or money problems, you decide. She didn't seem to think before she said anything, she just spoke. They didn't seem to have any expression or impact on you. To you, she wasn't really even talking. She was just moving her lips and exhaling, making sounds. Though you can tell she means what she says, you never really know if she's just a figment of your imagination. For all you know, she might not even be there.
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