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Viserion slowly lowered to the clean and clear sand on a shield-like platform. It's gold strings of energy perfectly capable of holding any weight given.
Her luscious brown curls glowed in the sunlight and they freely moved with the wind.
The fabrics of her dress illuminated her skin, making it a perfect peach against the rose gold dress.
The shear and layered fabrics were not made for the tasks the fighters performed, it was, however, made for the beauty and elegance she carried herself with.
When her heeled toes stepped onto the sand the golden whispers she was previously relying on rose into the air and imploded into itself, creating an orb that floated to a dark-skinned man in shades of purple and classic gold.
Men dropped their spears in awe and some even fell to their knees. It make a pit form in her stomach as she took a sneaking glance at the man beside her. His wine red and charcoal black suit somehow matched him perfectly.
His eyes enlightened with a buzzing gold as he walked forward.
Men stood and released their spears, gaze forever turning away from the goddess in pink.
His hand brushed the small of her back and shivers ran clear down her spine and arms as she turned to him, her head rising. His eyes that still glowed gold turned to hers and they stared into her warm and innocent doe brown eyes. His head turned up as they remained close.
Viserion turned away from his heated stare before she could see his golden eyes fade back into their natural crystal blue.
The woman with a gold and blue crown nodded to another in green and silver. The viridescent woman walked forward, her dark almond brown hair was pinned back by two top strands and her legs moved hesitant steps towards a young boy who had just lost his father.
Both Viserion and the man beside her watched as she picked up a string and rock weapon and changed it into a gleaming and classic gold.
The boy, as hesitant as her, reached out and touched the dagger.
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