A face is the human's inner reflection. Subtle muscles we try to control. Emotions we have and hopes we hold. When words we keep, hidden thoughts bleed in expression.
Bold eyes with a bit of color of the sea. She looks at us slightly askew as we look back at her, intrigued with images anew.
Long hair of amber gold draped over her ears and down her cheeks. Flowing gently and softly, our minds wander and seeks.
Lips of rouge, she dares not make a smile. Jewelry adorned, she leaves us in a pile. @LeiaSkywalker
