4 June 2012
Heyder, I'm Alicya. I'm Chrys' friend. At least I think I'm his friend; it's hard to tell sometimes. Enough about that boy, for that is all he is, no matter how godlike he appears. I'm normal, or as normal as possible under the circumstances. I don't take pride in being a peculiarity like he seems to. My mind has wandered to him again. Why can't I vanquish him from my head for just a minute?
Alicya was 12. Her pretty elven face radiated a cheery and happy go lucky personality. Her hair was a natural golden brown colour, and the tips of her ears poked slightly through the shine. Her slender body moved with a grace resembling ballet. Grey 3 quarter length leggings clung to tanned legs, and a long white top draped her upper body. On her feet were dainty plimsolls, black in colour. Her monochrome clothes contrasted the depth of colour in her skin. The tan made her look healthy, and rosy cheeks added to her smile.
Alicya • Opuss № I