Christian's Castle
The sweet, faint voice that lingers in the fragrant air draws you ever closer to its origin.
After what seems mere seconds (although it was most likely longer), you push back the final tree branches that stand in your way to reveal a lovely heather, in which lies a lovely young woman whose voluptuous body is draped closely over with lavender lace from her shoulders to her ankles. Her soft blonde hair falls gently down past her shoulders and lightly touches the tops of her very ample busoms. A purple sash draws the lace garment up at her waist, procuring a very dramatic curve to her body, lain demurely across a bed of soft moss (which is a rich green you thought could not possibly exist in nature), with her beautiful head supported only by her ivory-colored left arm. Her remaining arm lies draped in front of her, coming to an end at her long, slender fingers. Her lips are as full and red as the apples on the tree behind her, and you cannot help but be hypnotized by the gentle refrains that issue forth from them.
You begin to look around and marvel at the many flowers that are in this place - all producing the most marvelous aromas that you've ever smelled. You begin to think this one heather might have the most flowers in the whole world, when you notice that the woman's song has stopped, and her eyes which were formerly closed in revelry are now open and fixed on you. Her red lips now slightly parted, denote a look of surprise.
Do you:
After what seems mere seconds (although it was most likely longer), you push back the final tree branches that stand in your way to reveal a lovely heather, in which lies a lovely young woman whose voluptuous body is draped closely over with lavender lace from her shoulders to her ankles. Her soft blonde hair falls gently down past her shoulders and lightly touches the tops of her very ample busoms. A purple sash draws the lace garment up at her waist, procuring a very dramatic curve to her body, lain demurely across a bed of soft moss (which is a rich green you thought could not possibly exist in nature), with her beautiful head supported only by her ivory-colored left arm. Her remaining arm lies draped in front of her, coming to an end at her long, slender fingers. Her lips are as full and red as the apples on the tree behind her, and you cannot help but be hypnotized by the gentle refrains that issue forth from them.
You begin to look around and marvel at the many flowers that are in this place - all producing the most marvelous aromas that you've ever smelled. You begin to think this one heather might have the most flowers in the whole world, when you notice that the woman's song has stopped, and her eyes which were formerly closed in revelry are now open and fixed on you. Her red lips now slightly parted, denote a look of surprise.
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- Nickname: heather
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