Lady Fire, Goddess
A woman with milky skin waits in a field. She wears a long, thin red dress- it's length trails behind her like a fire trail.
She only stands there, and looks magnificently graceful in an early hour of a new evening. Her hair is pulled up into a loose, but clean looking bundle of pale yellow locks. The lips that whisper, flicking words to any ears, ever her deepest thoughts, are thin and even in the glum of a long day could speak energizing and sweet words.
Hey blue eyes stay cast down at times, but glance for few brief moments at the horizon as if se were waiting for someone.
The horizon was boundless, and seemed to meet with the earth, the sun causing the thin line to waver, as if it were all water.
In a few moments she would grow tired and want to go else where, but she is still drawn to this area. Something had called her, deep within. Just what was it, though?
Suddenly, the ground starts to rumble underneath her, and the excitement and curiosity is seen in the Lady. This must be what I have been waiting for! She thinks.
A brood shouldered male figure rose from the ground in a thin swirling storm of dust and other ground debris. They happily greet each other as if they had always known each other.
Then new figure was clothed in robes that flowed like water, covered lightly in the dust that he arose from. He looked strong, and his eyes were the same deep blue as the Lady.
They want to touch each other, but they can't.
She is Lady Fire, holder and master of all fire and flames no the earth. She could skim across the earth, and the sky is hers, the mountain tops her favorite playing place.
The other is Lord Water. He may travel through the earth, owned by Lord earth. He provides moister and water for the ground and animals.
Fire cannot touch water. Lady Fire may not touch Lord Water.
They meet silently, each day from then on. Watching the sun going down at that exactly point where sky seems to meet earth, and that little line looks like water resting on the sun.