Elizabeth
The tall building rose before her, the stairs opening to a street with an inviting manner that drew her forward. However, there appeared to be some commotion at the base, a flurry of vines and wings and red hair scurrying about the undergrowth between stairs and bushes and soil. It seemed too controlled to be frantic, and she wondered what they might be doing.
Elizabeth slowed her approach, tilting her head in curiosity as she called out. "Hello? Do you need help with something?" Maybe they'd lost something. The search for flowers still persisted, but she didn't want to assume. Regardless, her eyes roamed like she might spot the red and gold rose peeking from the ground again.
Elizabeth slowed her approach, tilting her head in curiosity as she called out. "Hello? Do you need help with something?" Maybe they'd lost something. The search for flowers still persisted, but she didn't want to assume. Regardless, her eyes roamed like she might spot the red and gold rose peeking from the ground again.
He who lives in harmony with himself
lives in harmony with the universe.
lives in harmony with the universe.
