It Is I, the Fairest of Them All! 22
Her lips lifted up into a smile. The wind blew her hair behind her as it waved gently in small hills. The white dress wrapped around her waist appearing like sparkly moonshine in the daylight.
Finevis had never paid much importance to beauty, nevertheless, she knew this moment was when Ethera was most beautiful. Like a flower in peak condition, she stood there not knowing of her own beauty yet still marvelously displaying it. But this beauty would soon wither away and fall down along with all the other ashes of non-lasting things.
Time stood still for the both of them. Finevis's tears no longer rolled down her cheek, nor did Ethera move an inch. Between their two gazes was an undecipherable message. Only when the trumpet was sounded did they break their gazes.
"The fighting is over," Finevis whispered. Ethera knew it as much as she did, but it felt like the silence had to break someway, somehow.