Ashaira

She knew some would see her as a colour and nothing more. But she had no time for such people. She was on a mission to paint this town and those types were not even on her radar. She was going to paint it, in the colours she chose.
She had so much life, so much energy. You could almost feel it radiating from her. Pulsating. Her eyes were wide and open, taking in the scene, shaping it how she wanted it to be. She was here to make a difference.
Dressed in colours of the earth, she was sublime and serene. A vision of loveliness. How could anyone not love her? She was always smiling, always kind, but her mind was sharp like a pencil; ready to draw her world exactly how she planned it. And the world simply moved out of her way.
There was something about her; something you wanted to be near. Like a welcome breeze on a hot stuffy day, her presence seemed to cleanse the air and make it fresh again.
She had no time for fools and no time for gossip. Her focus was always on people; encouraging them to be their best and she did this well. Anyone that met Ashaira, spent time with her, was blessed indeed.