Shadowflight13
Junior Member
Azalea hopped up onto the wall on the side of the bridge, walking with her arms held out like a child, an expression of pure rapture on her face. She swirled her fingers in the mist and begin to hum an eerie tune of her own invention. The mist was cool on her fingers and face, the roar of the waterfall soothing, the promised bustle of the city exciting. She'd never felt so free in her life.