Levandule

The sun was tinted through the stained glass windows. The light drifted in calmly and covered the rooms in a vast ominous dust of hues. The walls were painted a deep red and had veins of purple in it. There were accents of gold and copper and the floor was made of marble and covered in red tapestry rugs. Burning incense and myrrh drifted through the room and covered the smell of anything else. There was a buzz of activity outside in the ground below, with vast markets of buying and selling, people coming and going. Woven baskets of spices and dried fruits were lying on the floor near her bed, where it was draped in purple, gold, and many pillows.

Decorated in fine gold jewelry and precious gems, her wet-sand skin was adorned in henna-tattoos from her feet to her neck. Sea-foam silk clothing breezed on her body and was almost see-through. She never wore undergarments and always showed more skin than necessary. Her hair was almost to her tailbone and seemed to be kissed by a sea-breeze. It was straight, black, and with some curls to it. She stood about 5'4'' with a slim and curvy figure. Her large hips swayed with every walk and she graced every step. She moved like seaweed in water, delicate and changing. Her breasts were large and she made sure to always broadcast them.

Aashirya's face was long and slender. Her chin came to a point and her jaw was square. Her high-cheek bones slid down her face. Her nose was a button-nose, and slightly hooked with blue-stud on the right side. She has thick arched-eyebrows that were very expressive and large-almond blue eyes with long eyelashes. She wore thick eyeliner and showcased her sky-blue irises. Her lips were plump and in the middle, was a gold hoop.

Aashirya's personality was shown by how she walked. She entered the room very bluntly, making sure the attention was on her. She knew exactly what to do, to make the men gawk and make the women angry. She tasted like summer, short and sweet and, gone in an instant. She had no interest in most people and decided quickly when her time was being wasted. She was powerful in her body, and even her words. Shirya was mysterious and enduring, always creating new ways to dress herself. No one truly knew her, and that was the true nature of herself. Like the sea, calm and then brash. Pulling back, and pushing forward. She was a hurricane and no one knew where she would land.