#okayo

She stood upon a rocky outcropping, overlooking the vast and endless ocean glittering in the morning sunlight. A soft gust swept by, pulling the tall, broad shouldered woman's cloak along with it in an uncharacteristic dramatic flair. Bright, hot pink caught the sunlight as the matching cloak was pulled open, sunlight reflecting off the woman's outfit which appeared rather standard for anyone on Earth, sans the cloak. 

A deep, black T-shirt covered the woman's broad chest and waist, depictions of beautiful pink roses growing upon a long, endless stem that looked more like a vine wrapping about the fabric: covering her back in a beautiful display of bright color, the bottom of the shirt flaring out past her hips. Hanging off her hips clung a beautiful skirt, the fabric reaching down to her knees, simply a matching black in color, but held in place by a pink colored belt that matched the roses on her shirt. 

What stood out the most about her, however, was her bright pink hair that draped slightly over her right eye, the rest falling into untamed curls just above her shoulder. Not the most kept hair, but she didn't mind -- the wind always liked to toss it around and play with it as it pleased, though the soft curls and waves in her hair rather resembled delicate flowers; in fact, she had a clip holding some of her hair away from her left eye that was topped with the familiar pale pink rose that seemed to adorn her very essence. 

"Such a long walk," she sighed contentedly in a low but soothing voice, closing her smoky pink eye and running a pale pink hand through her hair, briefly pulling the strands away from her right eye which seemed different from the left. The iris of her left eye swirled and held a strange shape, one that looked elevated from her eye in general -- the woman's gem; Rhodochrosite. The particular

adornment the woman had manifesting within her right eye flowed and flaked so that it could appear like it was made of petals instead of a mineral, flaring out from the center and looking all too similar to a rose -- the catalyst for her attire and interest in the plant, to begin with.