finswriteblr:“Your home. What’s it like there?”Anahi’s eyes lit up.“It’s beautiful.” She said with a
finswriteblr:“Your home. What’s it like there?”Anahi’s eyes lit up.“It’s beautiful.” She said with a grin. “The desert is endless and drear and colourless, so we make our own colour. Bright tents, bright clothes, bright makeup. My people are resourceful. When the desert gives you so little, you learn to take everything you can get. You learn not to waste anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem.”Zak watched as she spoke so vivaciously about her home, at her excited hand gestures as she described the way her people flourished in the practice of dance and medicine. She spoke about her immediate love of healing, and her sister’s love of the arts. Adhara was her name, he learned, as Anahi rose to her feet to show him a dance she had been taught as a child. It was short, and her movements were awkward from years of no practice, but she was so happy that she barely noticed the way she almost tripped over her own feet in her enthusiasm.Anahi is essentially an angel in human skin. In my revised version I haven’t written anything for her yet and her first appearance will be a lot later than it was in my original idea, so the passage above is from something I wrote last year when I had just come up with her character (which is shite but it’s all i have). She’s Freyja’s endgame but they don’t know each other from the start, in the original plot they are already together from chapter 1. Thank her for everyone still being alive. Keep reading -- source link