I love writing descriptions so I thought I'd post a few.
She stood tiny against the massive idol the vast crowd had knelt to worship.
Her hair was the color of silver although in truth she was not a day older than sixteen.
She was dressed in a simple white gown of fine taffeta, a bright red stone flashing upon her forehead.Meek and quiet Aisling was usally ignored but standing against the hught stone cow How could she be? Ice blue eyes flashing face set.
Her cry was heard through-out the temple.
"Stop now your foolish worship of this beast of burden but listen to me your Goddesses own prophet"
The astonished crowd fell silent.
