THE LAKE IS A SIGHT TO BEHOLD. INLAID, WITH OPULENT GOLD AND WOOD, AND SENSUOUS DECORUM. IT GLISTENS, LIKE YELLOW PEARLS; THE MOON, SHINING, ACROSS THE BLACK VELVET SKY, REFLECTING AGAINST THE BODY OF WATER. A RADIANT AUTHORITY OF LIGHT, THAT DRIPS ITS MILKY FLUIDITY, ALONG THE HORIZON'S INK-STAINED SURFACE. HOW IT DRIPS, AND DRIPS, OF ETHEREAL MOONBEAMS. WILD, FERAL RAYS, FLASHING BRIGHT IVORY AGAINST THE SCARLET CURVATURE OF EURYALE'S PHYSIQUE.
THE WEBBED PORCELAIN, THREADS ALONG HER BODY, GLISTENING WITH ARACHNID THREAT (DESIRE). HER SANGUINE IMAGE, REFLECTS ALONG THE EDGE OF THE LAKE. SHIMMER-KISSED, RADIANT; CURVING, IN ALL THEIR DEVIL'S ALLURE. MOONLIGHT, POURS ALONG THE ANGLES OF HER FRAME. UNTIL EVERY INCH OF HER DRIPS OF SHADOWS , OF BLOOD AND MIDNIGHT ETERNAL. THE MOON WAS HER LOVER. HER CONFIDANT. HER COMPANION ALONG THOSE WILD HUNTS IN THE FOREST. EURYALE SO LOVES THE MOON, WHOSE SILENT BEAUTY COMPELS. EVEN AS SHE MOVES PAST THE VENDORS, SHE FEELS THE MOON KISS HER NECK, AND IT IS A COMFORTING FEELING.
THE WALLS OF WATER, WERE PLUNGED BEFORE THE STEPS INTO THE GREAT LAKE'S DIVIDE. EURYALE WATCHES THE MOONLIGHT FRACTURE, AND ADVANCE, DRIPPING LIKE CHANDELIERS INTO THE MOUTH OF THE LAKE'S ENTRY, BEFORE TURNING TO ONE OF THE SILVER TENTS. THERE WAS A MARE AMONG THEM, IMMACULATELY DRESSED, OFFERING HENNA SESSIONS.
"ON MY LEFT SHOULDER-BLADE, PLEASE."
EURYALE STATES, FLICKING HER RUBY GAZE UPWARD AND FIXATING INTENSELY UPON THE MARE. EURYALE PLACES A COIN UPON THE COUNTER-TOP AND PUSHES IT FORWARD, DELICATELY.
THE WEBBED PORCELAIN, THREADS ALONG HER BODY, GLISTENING WITH ARACHNID THREAT (DESIRE). HER SANGUINE IMAGE, REFLECTS ALONG THE EDGE OF THE LAKE. SHIMMER-KISSED, RADIANT; CURVING, IN ALL THEIR DEVIL'S ALLURE. MOONLIGHT, POURS ALONG THE ANGLES OF HER FRAME. UNTIL EVERY INCH OF HER DRIPS OF SHADOWS , OF BLOOD AND MIDNIGHT ETERNAL. THE MOON WAS HER LOVER. HER CONFIDANT. HER COMPANION ALONG THOSE WILD HUNTS IN THE FOREST. EURYALE SO LOVES THE MOON, WHOSE SILENT BEAUTY COMPELS. EVEN AS SHE MOVES PAST THE VENDORS, SHE FEELS THE MOON KISS HER NECK, AND IT IS A COMFORTING FEELING.
THE WALLS OF WATER, WERE PLUNGED BEFORE THE STEPS INTO THE GREAT LAKE'S DIVIDE. EURYALE WATCHES THE MOONLIGHT FRACTURE, AND ADVANCE, DRIPPING LIKE CHANDELIERS INTO THE MOUTH OF THE LAKE'S ENTRY, BEFORE TURNING TO ONE OF THE SILVER TENTS. THERE WAS A MARE AMONG THEM, IMMACULATELY DRESSED, OFFERING HENNA SESSIONS.
EURYALE STATES, FLICKING HER RUBY GAZE UPWARD AND FIXATING INTENSELY UPON THE MARE. EURYALE PLACES A COIN UPON THE COUNTER-TOP AND PUSHES IT FORWARD, DELICATELY.
