Her soul was cerulean, like the hue of a calm sea on the perfect day. It is the color everyone wants the sea to be, yet it rarely is. The color of waters at Cancun, Hawaii, and the Bahamas. The sea of tranquility, of peace, and completeness. The color of brightest heights, and darkest depths, with layers many.

Not only this shade of blissful blue, but also swirled in was the glimmering hint of gold, giving way to the idea of a majesty hidden within the crevices of the soul. The majesty was not the soul-bearer, of course, but a gift to the soul-bearer from the King Himself. This aureate color, unlike any regular old gold, leaked into the very heart of the soul, branching out, becoming the spine of the cerulean foundation. It shimmered and shined beyond any doubt to be unseen, and yet, it often is hidden by the blue hue that regularly overlaps.

The two colors clash and spin and swirl, as if in a battle - no, a dance. I am still unsure which it is. Neither one disappears, for both are needed. No, one could not exist alone. As the gold takes the hand of the cerulean, the King is dancing with his blue lady, his daughter, perhaps. And everyone knows they will never stop the dance.