04-11-2016, 02:37 PM
Padma
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
Summer came and with it the sun, something Padma both hated and loved about the season. She liked the warmth, the heat well enough but with so much sunshine came…sunburn. Alabaster skin sang so easily when lit too long by the great ball of fire in the sky, she often had to find shade and then stay there. Something she found quite annoying as you can imagine. Staying in one spot had so many draw backs. First of all it was boring, there was only so much to do or look at. Another issue was the fact that she was surrendered to unwanted social interactions, dreadful.
Often it was best to flit from shade tree to shade tree, else spend her days in the wooded area filled with herds of deer. Deer were fine but awfully timid creatures, the slightest misstep had them leaping away and though it was funny at first it too soon grew dull. This place was growing dull, dimming you might say and Padma would not have it. There was much to be had from a tender sprout such as the Gates, one on the verge of change and new cultivation.
Today she knew she had things to do, people to greet and a tour to give. Such a task was equally loathed but she had feigned her way into the innocent Kingdom, now she had a bed to lie in. So lie she would, as Padma always did and she would do it well.
The snakeskin adorned woman waited beneath a tree, imagine that, taking in the shade as any overheated serpent might. Sunshine beamed down on the Gates, clover growing fiercely in the wake of War and tiny gnats gathered about her hocks. An unwanted nuisance to add to her list, oh and how it grew. To pass the time she swatted flocks of them with her gleaming bleached tail and waited...
Often it was best to flit from shade tree to shade tree, else spend her days in the wooded area filled with herds of deer. Deer were fine but awfully timid creatures, the slightest misstep had them leaping away and though it was funny at first it too soon grew dull. This place was growing dull, dimming you might say and Padma would not have it. There was much to be had from a tender sprout such as the Gates, one on the verge of change and new cultivation.
Today she knew she had things to do, people to greet and a tour to give. Such a task was equally loathed but she had feigned her way into the innocent Kingdom, now she had a bed to lie in. So lie she would, as Padma always did and she would do it well.
The snakeskin adorned woman waited beneath a tree, imagine that, taking in the shade as any overheated serpent might. Sunshine beamed down on the Gates, clover growing fiercely in the wake of War and tiny gnats gathered about her hocks. An unwanted nuisance to add to her list, oh and how it grew. To pass the time she swatted flocks of them with her gleaming bleached tail and waited...
no rush-just whenever
