Aolani
Her companion was the silent type, it seemed. No matter, Aolani thought. Silence was good. It made it easier to relax, to just focus on the world around her. The flowers, the gentle murmur of the water around her little island, the whisper of leaves in the wind...this was the peace she sought. What she had fought for so long ago.
As he settled beside her, the angel leaned back against the tree, feeling the bark against her skin. Smooth and pale, with moss growing on the trunks and branches, it grounded her. She would be like the tree, strong and graceful, growing in spite of the adversities thrown at her. Aolani would continue blooming, just like her magnolia tree.
The pink petals fell loose in a rather strong breeze, many landing on the newcomer and in her own hair. He was unreadable. What was he thinking? From what she could read of him, he was just as perplexed as she was.
Aolani busied her hands with brushing petals off her skirts, leaving those in her hair alone. They were, after all, a match for the fresh flowers she wore in her hair that day. With a deep exhale, she closed her eyes, and let her head rest against the tree. As the sun sank lower into the horizon the colors of the sky intensified, casting the pale angel's skin in a golden light. The golden accents on her skirts and bodice shimmered, and she opened her eyes again to take in the world, singing in the twilight hour.
As blues and purples overtook the world, fireflies came out in droves, their lights twinkling in shades of pale greens and yellows. The world was beautiful, and Aolani set her fingers on the pearl embedded in her chest. "I'll never tire of this," she said with a sigh. "This is the best part of the day, when the calm and quiet of night starts to settle in." She drew her knees to her chest and smiled to herself. Soon the stars would be out, and then she could go home to enjoy a meal.
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