The bold babe walked into her cavern in all her glory. Her bed was made up of clouds . Her treasure chest at the foot of her bed held all her secrets. No one understood her, she didn’t look like the other girls. The other girls, the stellas, had short straight white hair, and were twenty five feet tall. Beastie had long brown hair and skinny skinny legs. She was only 13’ tall. But with abs of steel, of course. She was a performing arts dancer at the local broadway where the humans would go to watch her. That was her skill. She was full of emotion, which she thought was unfortunate. The stellas were blue and cold like ice. There were more of them. They were of a higher society , and would generally hang out at the Sono house by the water.
Beastie was more venal. Her circumstances made it so. Her byzantine but refulgent features were so alluring. Her big eyes, big hair, dark skin. The stellas thought she was ugly. She was obstinate though, she never listened to her mom or anyone about improving her looks. She thought she was perfect. She spent a lot of time gathering empirical data on those around her, to help ensure herself of her greatness. Her eyes were limpid. She was more advanced than her age. She was untroubled, serene.
The munificence of some of her human followers was commendable and heartwarming. The stellas would only ever be generous if it benefited them. She was very quixotic , due to her upbringing in the trees. She had a huge imagination which was often crushed by human ideals.
She had to demur those ideals.
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