The figure of a slender female was seen as she leaned against the trunk of an ancient sycamore, her body placed upon one of its rare low branches as her head rested against the rough bark. She had been through a long day and was just looking for some rest.
She was clad in white pants that reached her calves with an orange short skirt placed over them, being matched by a white spaghetti strap shirt and an orange pendant. Her strawberry blonde hair was, as always, concealed under a white hat and her feet were inside white ballerina like shoes.
She smiled to herself. Peace and quite.
She was clad in white pants that reached her calves with an orange short skirt placed over them, being matched by a white spaghetti strap shirt and an orange pendant. Her strawberry blonde hair was, as always, concealed under a white hat and her feet were inside white ballerina like shoes.
She smiled to herself. Peace and quite.