.b e a u t y is only skin deep. -- stonehenge

.observes suzerain vigilantly, chuckling lightly. somewhat 'flirtatious' aria is released via larynx to brute, figuring sooner or later it would happen. why not sooner? now being a sovereign of majestic stonehenge, there was some matters that needed attending. this realm, even though it was technically more active than the rest, it still needed more members. Updates were needed to be made, and judgements passed out soon. agile figurine wheeled with precision, sashaying away slowly... serpentile pendulum fluctuating with each effortless stride. delicate cranium, now elevated in gesticulation of monarchism, swiveled to glance back at ebony tyrant. intrigued. blithe. phlegmatic. ardour. all expressions blended together within facials. juvenile side of shrew shone through usually defiant, pugnacious self. quite exuberant, she was in the lenient and trifle semblance. melodious descant is issued whilst ceasing movement; dial tossed vigilantly to rid opaque opticals of stray tresses. atramentous bodice starts to become a little less noticable, for the sun is setting... leaving pink and orange strokes in welkin. it was a beautiful sight seeing the sun slowly disappear over the horizon, setting its final gleams on the stones that marked the centre of the henge. pivots gracefully, scabrous jags lightly chafe quagmire as she turns a bit... still as silent as ever, attentive drifting from sahib to the sky. it was truely a remarkable, and unforgetable day that was coming to an end. but it might not be the end, it was only the beginning.

.pilot/queen.
.stonehenge.
.bound to no one yet.