Her skin, the colour of honeyed bark, is
marked by scars from early life. She attempts to hide behind a thick layer
of foundation, liberally re-applied throughout the day. The tight curls of her
coarse brown hair are pulled and seared into a stiff Barbie-like coif, or twisted tightly into a lengthy weave. With
near-perfect teeth, her smile is a delight when it is spontaneously revealed. Her
almond-shaped eyes, a beacon of mood, light up when she’s pleased, and cut
through another like butter when she is angry, hurt or confused.
She speaks with a melodic yet stumbling accent that is
indiscernible to most. A delightful lilt and tumble
that at once can become so shrill with excitement that it vibrates the eardrum
of another with such frequency as to instill insanity. There is no mystery in
her articulation for she is expressive across all ranges of the auditory (and
indeed—emotional) scale.
Long and lithe are her legs, and yet she is only a smidge taller
than five feet. Round blossoming muscles accent her slender arms, and she is apt
to flex and reveal her burgeoning strength when challenged. However, stick-like
she is not, as her once boyish figure has sprouted and swelled to create
eye-catching, mood-enhancing curves.
With clothing, she speaks another language altogether. It
comes second, in importance, only to hair and make-up—all of which come before
trivial matters such as breakfast and showering. With limbs and lobes bedazzled
with bangles and beads, she jingles with a rhythm inherent in her expressive
nature.
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