Hesta turned her face to the light like an elegant sunflower, her cheeks blossoming with colour as the suns rays touched them. She was simply dressed, of course - her clothing budget was far too modest to run to the price of any well known designers - but she still managed to dress well, managing to befriend many of the up-and-coming students at the local college who had an eye for a stylish cut and knew how to use the bias to make the most out of even the most humble pieces of cloth. Of course, her clothes were just the least part of what and who she was. She transcended the conventional and rose to her own unique level: a solitary bud, gilt-edged but still carrying her own innate charm.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 15:31:10 +0000
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