And The Wind In Her Hair.....AerisVampire

~~~~~~This was a character sketch done in English class done to develop a character we had created. Naturally, I had a problem with the requirements: 3 paragraphs, less than a page. Sigh. Here is the result of hours of reformatting (I had to delete an entire half a page) to acheive that single page status.~~~~~~~

And The Wind In Her Hair...

I adjusted my binoculars, but no matter how position I tried them in, they were always blurred. I had just about given up on them when I saw her. Out on the cliff - overlooking the Martian sea.

Could it be she? The Siren Goddess herself?

I scanned her over from where she sat, playing a red coral fife. A salty gust blew the serene tune of her fife near to men, and her hair the color of Indian clay tossed sround her head, sticking to her glossy lips and catching in her eyelashes. The peaceful music held me in a trance all the while she played, my eyes locked on her.

Her figure, well-built, had something of a blue aura , the color of the mist on the midnight sea. And even as the her song climaxd, and the winds picked up and played with her wraps and silken hair, the glow around her shone steady with a spark of glitter here and there.

As her song softened, ended, the winds followed suit. It was almost as if this creature was controlling nature with a simple instrument and its song. She set down the fife, and a clap of thunder echoed. The flute vanished into the brine-air with a sparkle of sea-spray.

I focused my binoculars to see her better as she stood up; alas, still blurred. When she reached her full height, it came upon me that this sea-side maiden just may be the Siren Goddess..but her attire did not match the encyclopedia description. She was more of a free spirit compared to the more formal cotton gown I was looking for. Her silks that once fluttered in the wind lay soft against her body, covering more than what her risque undergarments could ever acheive. Securing herself with a green and pink silk around her chest, and a blue sash tied loosely around her waist, she defied traditional village dress.

Her head very slowly turned to face me, and with eyes as green as emerald forests, stared into my hazel ones. And it was then I saw what I was searching for. As her orbits stared into mine, I realised that this shine was no ray of sun, but of her pure white sun. It was she I found: the enigmatic Siren Goddess with the voice of a coral fife.

Thanks! AerisVampire

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