She moved like a force of nature, an act of God.
Her movements were fluid, like a flag in the wind.
Chaotic, but grounded.
She held everyone’s attention.
She smiled to the crowd.
Her hair parted just so, hiding a widows peak.
Everyone swooned as she spoke.
They listened as if she were speaking from the depths of a dragon.
Her words could rival a sun god.
The room smelled like lilies.