The inspiration for this piece is from ‘She Had The World’ by Panic! At The Disco. especially these lyrics:
“When I look in her eyes well I, just see the sky.”
She lived in a tree. That was something peculiar. Her home was like a nook. Woven rug on the floor, faded colours. I have no doubt she made it. Her walls were lined with books and there were candles burning in every spare spot on a shelf. On her roof she had the constellations painted, I thought I saw a shooting star. This wasn’t the most peculiar thing.
her skin was tanned, her hair white, but her face youthful. she had swirling patterns tattooed on her arms and hands and legs and feet. Her clothing hung off her loosely. But her eyes, in her eyes I could see everything and nothing all at once. I knew that no matter how young this woman looked she was wise.
She climbed up some shelves, quickly but with agility. she was swift. She took a book down from one of the higher shelves and came back down. She looked at me from a few feet away, her eyes assessing me. I knew that she did not need nor use spells and incantations, she did not need them. She was not a witch. but I saw great power in her, right to her soul.
She took some steps towards me, slow, holding the book to her chest. “This is what you came for,” she said her words like silk but also flowing honey. “Take.”
Picture from here