Meeting Myra
Added 2023-07-04 13:21:50 +0000 UTCI saw a girl around my age sitting in a corner of the square.
She was a stunning vision of grace and beauty, with long flowing hair as red as flames that tumbled down her back in loose waves and bright eyes as green as the fields that surrounded our village, and she was dressed in a simple yet elegant gown.
But the most interesting thing about her was what she was doing. She was leaning over some sort of wooden tablet and reading something.
‘She's reading!’ I exclaimed internally as I was observing her.
