Megàn Alestria
A Word of Diplomacy
Anaxes
Beach
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]
It is not a typical day. It is definitely not a day a typical person would have. Only a politician like Megan would have such a day. Being suspected in corruption and receiving many threatening letters from the people of the planet is definitely not a normal member of the community would experience. But the girl comforts herself with the fact that not many people realised how difficult the task of partaking in the planet's ruling actually was.
She sits on the beach, wearing an everyday clothing of comfortable relaxed trousers, being coloured to match the white of a water's foam. The top the woman wears, however, is light blue in colour and it rests on the girl's upper half of the body with ease. She wears some jewelries, but not as much as she wears at any celebration, that is for sure.
She looks at the sea which was raging. Waves are splashing against the sandy beach and the girl is sure there are people swimming in there, but it's the night. She couldn't exactly tell if there are some daredevils who dare to swim in the night sea with strong with and waves which could kill in seconds.
She smiles. It's mostly a nice night. Even though the day had not been.
Megan looks at the sand and takes a bit of it into her hand. It's nice and soft, but she knows it consists of little tiny pieces of rocks. The girl can't tell if the sand is white or yellow or any other colour, but she truly knows it must be something beautiful.
Something beautiful, just as the night.
Beach
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]
It is not a typical day. It is definitely not a day a typical person would have. Only a politician like Megan would have such a day. Being suspected in corruption and receiving many threatening letters from the people of the planet is definitely not a normal member of the community would experience. But the girl comforts herself with the fact that not many people realised how difficult the task of partaking in the planet's ruling actually was.
She sits on the beach, wearing an everyday clothing of comfortable relaxed trousers, being coloured to match the white of a water's foam. The top the woman wears, however, is light blue in colour and it rests on the girl's upper half of the body with ease. She wears some jewelries, but not as much as she wears at any celebration, that is for sure.
She looks at the sea which was raging. Waves are splashing against the sandy beach and the girl is sure there are people swimming in there, but it's the night. She couldn't exactly tell if there are some daredevils who dare to swim in the night sea with strong with and waves which could kill in seconds.
She smiles. It's mostly a nice night. Even though the day had not been.
Megan looks at the sand and takes a bit of it into her hand. It's nice and soft, but she knows it consists of little tiny pieces of rocks. The girl can't tell if the sand is white or yellow or any other colour, but she truly knows it must be something beautiful.
Something beautiful, just as the night.