by Windi_1 » Mon Oct 02, 2017 1:35 pm
She's a quiet, young thing... full of soft thoughts and surprises. Stopping in a quiet glade in the forest, poppies dance gently as they greet the young maiden. Beckoned by a solitary birdbath, she steps softly... gingerly as she greets the young dove with a soft and demure smile. There she waits... waits for the young male who would claim her heart.