Pho was not exceptional in any way. She had a broad, heavily-freckled nose, and lips far too round for their insufficient width. Her touch was rough, and both her words and blonde hair were kept short and unglamorous.
Those seeking mythical beauty would have known to search elsewhere,
and yet the King of Occultial adored her.
His love for her was far from something romantic, manifesting itself less in the form of flowers, chocolates, or stolen midnight kisses, and more in what Pho stared at now, left on the doorstep of her humble cottage.
The brand new brass hand-shovel stared back up at her.
Pho smiled.
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This reminds me of a Robin McKinley world. :D
ReplyDeleteYeah, cept a lot more playful and charming. Keep this up Steph, I really want more.
ReplyDeletethis=brilliant characterization. fantastically done
ReplyDeleteooh, I likes a lot. Write more, pleez. I wanna know what happens next!
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Adorable.
That is all.
(it makes me smile a lot)