Ambigous from head to toe, frail in physique. A gaze akin to lavender finds its way upon you. Wondering if you're to be trusted, or avoided.
Hair neatly tucked yet messy all the same, as if it refused to stay in place. Small prayer beads fiercely gripped within one hand. Too tattered to be of any use yet still they cling to it.
Humble and quiet unless spoken to. One could honestly ask themselves. Were they really there? Or was that just the wind?
Hair neatly tucked yet messy all the same, as if it refused to stay in place. Small prayer beads fiercely gripped within one hand. Too tattered to be of any use yet still they cling to it.
Humble and quiet unless spoken to. One could honestly ask themselves. Were they really there? Or was that just the wind?