Blue; deep blue. Like the surface of the ocean at night. Her eyes wide. She doesn’t often smile, but when she does, it’s deep blue. She is a cloud; she holds the weight of waves behind her eyes. She looks down, but not on others. She stands tall with her chin up, at five foot two. She smiles, but she won’t smile at you.

Brown; warm brown. Like the fur coat of a feline in the sun. Closed mind, open heart, she keeps her walls up. Her kindness is distant, but if she lets you in, it’s toasted chestnuts. Reserved, but not shy. There’s wildflower seeds in her mind, but they have yet to be watered. Until then, she keeps her guard up; offers you a hand while her heart is caged up.