Upon a rock, sat a purple malu. Wings sparkling and fluttering, Johari sat looking into a pond of water. This is where she spend a lot of her time admiring herself. Sometimes she wondered why no malus have fallen head over hooves for her. She was afterall... the best looking female around. She was confident, though, that she deserved the best. Only the best deserve the best.
She watched as she moved her wings, how they'd twinkle blinding lights into the water with every slight move. It was one of the amusing things that kept the purple malu busy. There wasn't much that she had to do all by her lonesome.
