#pleading face
somewhere over the rainbow (under a harvest moon)
(you never set out to forge one of the most loved love stories in the world.
that’s a lesson she knows very well.)
irides is the name she chose, once upon a time when the world was younger that it will ever be again. it’s the name she sought, the name amongst the many she tried that seemed to fit.
they call her the spirit of rainbows. they say her eyes are clear as crystal and that her pupils are shaped like diamonds; they say her hair is the colour of freshly fallen snow and beams of coloured light reflect off it. they say she dances during rain showers and that her joy creates the multicoloured arcs of light she’s known for.
