Wild, pitch-black hair surrounded an unusual face, with natural sun-kissed skin, high cheekbones, a wide mouth, a silver ring glinting on a short, straight nose, a long neck, petite shoulders, and prominent collarbones above an ample pair of breasts. And tilted eyes, a shade of purple so odd to others who had never seen it before. They were her mother’s eyes and her father’s hair, from what her mama had told her once. “Hair the blackest of black like feathers of the Raven,” she’d said, telling her why she named her Corvina.
What makes her face unusual, tho? Her eyes are, but what about *her face* is unusual? This writing is so bad. Why am I still reading? Why can't I stop? 😵💫
