SageAndora

A girl leant back against the dark wood a cherry as she drifted into an almost trance-like state, enjoying, as she always did, the sensuous experience that came with on-coming storms. The air between the trees, which lined the road to the palace's main gate, grew tense with the anticipation of the storm, causing her to shiver in delight. A powerful wind ceaselessly whipped her long mahogany hair first one way, then the next – seemingly unable to decide which way it should send its power. The wind swept the dislodged leucochroic petals up in miniature whirlwinds around her. Her green eyes were fixed on the horizon beyond the silhouetted t