Post by Ma'ali Dima Amari on May 24, 2011 13:28:55 GMT -4
For a long time, she had walked and wandered as she struggled to understand who she was. Well rather who the new her was. After turning, she had struggled with a few issues, shall we say and now, she was here in a place where she would be accepted, hated, picked on, loved in one way or another and in some counts treasured by the right one or two...or three.
Sitting in her room, the purple walls with flowers all seemed to comfort her. The black and white sheets on her bed, reminded her of tranquility in her mind. Ma'ali was never one to talk to many but since she had come and made residence in The Coven, she was a bit more outgoing and loved to listen to those older than her and even the young. Something about being here made her feel relaxed, happy, no longer clinging to her past.
Walking across her room to her wide walk in closet, she looked for a few strips of fabric and she sighed. She had run out of the red she needed. How could she have not been paying attention? Ma'ali mumbled to herself in arabic. She had been so busy settling in, she had forgotten. Oh well no use getting upset she would go out and get more from someone.
Ma'ali was doing stitch work on a piece of clothing. Sewing and such were things she loved to do so now she did it as a profession. This stitch work happened to be for a corset paired with lacy underpants and a silk like string that ran up and around the neck of whomever would be wearing it. Her door was open and inviting to anyone who wished to come in and talk or just sit and watch.
Her light brown eyes looked up and took in everything around her. Smiling to herself she knew this was just the beginning for her. Sometime she would meet someone special or special someones to her and it would be even better. Without missing a stitch, she stood up and stretched her legs gently. A small cracking and popping sound echoed on her walls. She was still not used to her body though she had, had it for so long.
Sitting in her room, the purple walls with flowers all seemed to comfort her. The black and white sheets on her bed, reminded her of tranquility in her mind. Ma'ali was never one to talk to many but since she had come and made residence in The Coven, she was a bit more outgoing and loved to listen to those older than her and even the young. Something about being here made her feel relaxed, happy, no longer clinging to her past.
Walking across her room to her wide walk in closet, she looked for a few strips of fabric and she sighed. She had run out of the red she needed. How could she have not been paying attention? Ma'ali mumbled to herself in arabic. She had been so busy settling in, she had forgotten. Oh well no use getting upset she would go out and get more from someone.
Ma'ali was doing stitch work on a piece of clothing. Sewing and such were things she loved to do so now she did it as a profession. This stitch work happened to be for a corset paired with lacy underpants and a silk like string that ran up and around the neck of whomever would be wearing it. Her door was open and inviting to anyone who wished to come in and talk or just sit and watch.
Her light brown eyes looked up and took in everything around her. Smiling to herself she knew this was just the beginning for her. Sometime she would meet someone special or special someones to her and it would be even better. Without missing a stitch, she stood up and stretched her legs gently. A small cracking and popping sound echoed on her walls. She was still not used to her body though she had, had it for so long.