Sample from "The Archer"

The Georgia rays were reflective off the golden grass, her ocean blue eyes emitting waves of turquoise and aqua, crystal clear waters swishing around in the small spheres. Her raven feathered hair, tied loosely in a messy bun hung from the tip of her head, strands of feathery material slipped from the hold, structuring her gentle jawline to resemble a warrior.

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As always, the Georgia sun didn't fail to blind her. She is so used to being in the middle of the trees, the emerald leaves shading her from all possible sun to skin contact. She's never been a big fan of the sun, which is evident by her pale complexion.