smile that way

[Shiloh Dawnbringer]

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444 words. <3! Is it bad that I already thought of the title for our next thread? ;o

The flower was what had connected them both for a brief moment, more than either of the women had perceived. It wasn't just the acceptance of a simple flower - it was the acceptance of another, a completely different persona. A new world, a new life unlike what the other was used to. Yin met Yang, swirling and forming in a delicate balance, as Shi's pure colored hands grazed darker ones. To Shiloh, the flower was perfect, the whole environment surrounding them was perfect. If only she knew that nothing was what it seemed, to her, but it was merely the damsel's opinion. Some came to love the world and its inhabitants for their small imperfections, while others had to have everything in their unnatural state - of what was called perfection. As her cerulean eyes beamed at the silvery female after placing the flower in her hair, which nearly matched in color, she thought the piece that was missing from her was complete. Perfect.

A smile graced her perfectly white muzzle, with the expected comment from the silvery coyote. "Thank you." If only there was a pool of water nearby, or a mirror, or something for her to gaze into her own reflection. It would have to wait, though, as the Dawnbringer female hung on the words of China's. Eyes roved over to the Lykoi woman's hands, then, watching as she drew out the reed pipe as if it were her own flower, her own little piece of perfection. It was smaller than Shi had imagined, and she couldn't help but lean her head in to take a closer look.

China took that moment to turn it over, so that her own bright blue oceans could take in all sides of the instrument. Shiloh drew her cream striped head back as the silvery female put the small pipe to her lips, and began to produce sweet music, filling the air with the pleasant sounds. The young woman stepped back for a moment, as China began to play, and found a nearby rock to perch herself upon, looking between her and the butterflies that seemed to dance along.

A hum began to form in her own throat, and she closed her eyes to truly listen to the music. Shiloh did indeed love music, and secretly she would sing out loud to no one but herself. The young female was far too afraid to sing in front of everyone else, but she could hum - like anyone else could. Her heart beat in time with the tune from the reed pipe, humming only softly so as not to disturb the coyote and her flute playing.