Sei-sei's tongue hung limply out of the corner of her mouth as she looked at the paper. She was holding the tip of the pencil right above the paper, waiting for something to come to her mind. She was sprawled out in the middle of her room. There were so many pictures on the walls that Sei-Sei had drawn that she had requested her bed be removed and place with a basket, where she could just sleep in her rabbit form. The pictures that lined the walls went from elaborate to simple scratches on paper that Sei-sei felt were important. Many more sheets of blank paper and scribbles were scattered on the floor.
Suddenly, Sei-Sei's face fell, as if in a trance. Her eyes twinkled, and her tongue withdrew into her mouth. Her pencil began to move quickly across the paper, etching out a rather large picture that couldn't be determined yet. As the pencil skidded across the paper the gray picture came into view. It was a man with a handsome face, his eyes shown like the sun, and his hair was thick and dark. The man was rather beautiful, but as Sei-Sei came back to reality and realized what it was she was drawing, she screamed. Throwing her pencil and tearing the paper to shreds she withdrew to the corner, where she curled up silently and fought back the memories. The man was Raijun, and it hadnt been the first time she had drawn his face. She soon shook it off and reclaimed her pencil, where she silently began to draw another picture, this time of the view outside her window, a common picture, each one with something different. For the room she was in was in direct path of the sunset.
Nothing seems to--------dim her smile,
Nothing ---seems ---to--------dull--- her ---eyes.
Even through sadness she finds a way to smile,
Is this truly, without falter, Pure Innocence?
My story, as lived by:
Sei-Sei
Nothing ---seems ---to--------dull--- her ---eyes.
Even through sadness she finds a way to smile,
Is this truly, without falter, Pure Innocence?
My story, as lived by:
Sei-Sei
