Anya would be lying if she said that she was not upset that she had been used by that white and black male. She had hidden herself away for days, ashamed and deeply upset. She had fallen for him, completely and utterly and it had barely taken anything. She feared for her heart - so easily caught up in the webs of deciept - and was frightened that it might happen again.
And yet, ironically, finding a male - her prince - was all she ever wanted. Even now, after being used by that male, all she could think of was a happy marriage and family and all those things that made life whole. Love. True love.
So, a few weeks after her heartbreak, she had decided that if she ever wanted her dream to become a reality, she'd have to brave the real world sooner or later. And, here she was, out in the sunshine, pausing before a disk of shining water, tilting her head this way and that. She was not vain...well, no, she sort of was. She did enjoy being pretty and delicate and everything a princess should be, but she never flaunted her beauty or tried to make anyone jealous of her. No, she wanted to hold her beauty with a sense of modesty, to keep her decorum in the face of others. Even still, she loved the water as a mirror and only drew away as a flock of birds - that had been hidden in the long grasses - took flight, shrieking as they powered themselves up into the sky.
"I wonder what startled them?" She asked softly.
