supervanna
She swam with grace, neck bowed, feathers bright against the black-blue backdrop of the lake. She'd been trapped in this form for so long... so long. When would she ever escape?
I looked over my schedule, biting my lower lip. A new schedule, a new year. New. Everything was so different. I was newly-turned fifteen, and newly-turned freshman. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, I peered up from my paper, ready to tackle the over-sized school in front of me.
Purple. Blue. Deep, dark. Not hardly as light as other tones, not hardly as rough.
The bass, known for it's gentle, low pitch. Nurture.
the piano, always melodious. never think. never try.
play. play the colors.