03-25-2015, 08:18 AM
Ayden laughed at Emily's comment. "Fire is my god given talent, it has a great deal of meaning to my life."
It was about all she would say about it. But fire was everything, it was destruction and renewal. It was the phoenix in all reality. A forest fire would destroy everything in it's path, but then things would begin to grow, the destruction of the prior residents fueling the new growth. The phoenix rose from the ashes to live on.
Ayden loved the analogy. She'd risen from fire and ash twice in her life. It was not something she ever intended to share with anyone. But she was fire, it was part of her. The urge to pull a flame into her hand had to be pushed away, not in a public place.
But Emily was right about one thing, the dress was perfect. Absolutely perfect! The motif it created was perfect, It would do well at this so called gala. Ayden returned to the fitting room and donned her original clothes, leaving her shoes and bags inside as she handed the lady waiting, "I'd like this one, but I've another dress to shop for as well."
Ayden walked carefully through the displays of white dresses. This was far harder than anything she'd ever chosen. They were all so beautiful. She spoke aloud, "I have absolutely no idea where to start. I never thought this day would come."
Sure she'd fantasized about it as a girl, but what girl didn't. But her dress was always what was currently in fashion for a child, the big ball room dresses full of puffy skirts and ruffles. And that was so not Ayden. She was not that frilly princess, she was a hardened warrior.
Simple was probably the best bet. But that seemed to be the one thing wedding dresses aren't.
It was about all she would say about it. But fire was everything, it was destruction and renewal. It was the phoenix in all reality. A forest fire would destroy everything in it's path, but then things would begin to grow, the destruction of the prior residents fueling the new growth. The phoenix rose from the ashes to live on.
Ayden loved the analogy. She'd risen from fire and ash twice in her life. It was not something she ever intended to share with anyone. But she was fire, it was part of her. The urge to pull a flame into her hand had to be pushed away, not in a public place.
But Emily was right about one thing, the dress was perfect. Absolutely perfect! The motif it created was perfect, It would do well at this so called gala. Ayden returned to the fitting room and donned her original clothes, leaving her shoes and bags inside as she handed the lady waiting, "I'd like this one, but I've another dress to shop for as well."
Ayden walked carefully through the displays of white dresses. This was far harder than anything she'd ever chosen. They were all so beautiful. She spoke aloud, "I have absolutely no idea where to start. I never thought this day would come."
Sure she'd fantasized about it as a girl, but what girl didn't. But her dress was always what was currently in fashion for a child, the big ball room dresses full of puffy skirts and ruffles. And that was so not Ayden. She was not that frilly princess, she was a hardened warrior.
Simple was probably the best bet. But that seemed to be the one thing wedding dresses aren't.