Post by amora on Feb 11, 2012 5:19:22 GMT -4
She raised the glass to her lips, sipping the Cosmopolitan as she peered around the high scale club she had stepped into. The place was white, almost blidningly so from the bar to walls, but the decorators had chosen accents that saved the place from being clinical. The light fixtures were crafted of a silvery material and decorations of the same hue hung from them in chains of squares and triangles. Along the walls lights were imbedded into the floor and they reflected various colors on the wall.
It was still very early in the evening and only now had more people began to come in. Amora turned fully, her seat at the bar permitting the movement. Drink in one hand and gracefully poised, the Goddess of Beauty observed the inhabitants of Midgard.
Some came alone, men and women. I was couples after that and perhaps a few groups of 'girlfriends'. Amora had always found the Midgardians quite fascinating to watch. The majority of them had no superior powers such as the Asgardians and yet here they strove and lived. They laughed and loved and grew old, raising children and then they died. The life of a Midgardian was like a caress of silk, quick and soft and then gone. And yet for their differences Amora could see so many similarities between them and the Asgardians. Temperaments, especially.
She smiled and took another sip of her Cosmo and straightened the fabric of her fitted, scarlet dress. Gods and humans, so alike and yet vastly different. They all had their flaws. Amora wondered who she would meet tonight or what she would observe.