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     Lt. SG Maiko D'rall |
The canvas glistened wet in streaks, a gentle glittering snowfall from above glazing the surface, momentarily clouding the painted surface behind. All but for a moment, the tranquility of the scene disturbed by gentle puffs of wind that picked up loose flecks and sent them back into their wild gyrations through the air. Thrice more the dance was played, each time the same random chaos, the same wind, with only the colors of the dancers changing, from a warm blue to a lustrous gold, a brilliant silver, finished with a few lingering dots of red. Finished, the wind died down leaving only the canvas and its freshly fallen stars from the heavens. The gaze of the being above was appreciative, bearing a smile at the wonderland she had brought into being, the gift that would be given. |