Thursday, February 9, 2012( Silent Angel)

Hera, quite unlike the goddess of her name, was a silent creature. She was not, however, mere shadows to her classmates. They were constantly aware of her presence, but was dangerously conscious of the fact that Hera, like the goddess of her name, was not genial. Excluding from this fact she was quite a pretty little thing, beautiful, you can even say. Her short autumn brown curls streamed down her pale cheeks and exploded behind her neck. Her figure and gate were slender and she carried herself with much elegance. What was particularly unique about her were her light grey eyes that resembled the ominous clouds before a great afternoon downpour. One can easily spot her as the center of attention even when she was never trying to be. ( To be continued...)