Marasian Morning - For Starling
#2 of Commissions
My half of a trade with the beautiful, kind, sweet and infinitely lovely starling over at Furaffinity. ^v^
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Marasian Morning
By Hraefn
For Starling
Between gilded threads of hypnotically fractured light, an aria descends from the heavens. The trees aglow with feathers of every color. The songbirds serenading the early risers of Marais. It is an aria Delta knows by heart. For it has greeted her warmly every morning. It's tone still as sweet as that first heart stirring resonance. This peaceful Paris morning, like so many others finds the alluring gryphoness descending the spiral stairs of her quaint loft apartment to open the shop below. The morning light finds the statuesque beauty in magnificent splendor. Pearlescent white plumage glittering brilliantly. Sleek, immaculately groomed fur and perfectly preened plumage like the finest silk. Gracefully wrapping about the contours of her slender hourglass figure. The bluish gray of her delicate beak glows luminously in the soft light. Beset on both sides by the striking dark blue mask of her namesake. Streaks of blue skin trailing from ethereal blue irises. Adorning her gentle curves, a stunning ebony corset beset by floral embroidering and matching lingerie. Shapely legs covered with stockings. One of her favorite garter belts around her right thigh. The entire ensemble naturally stitched by her very hands. Her head crest flutters briefly as she adjusts to the sun's smiling face. Her appearance conveys a natural eloquence, mystique, and ever present exotic beauty. Fitting; for the Bali Starling Gryphoness is among the very last of her kind. An enchantment from a distant realm.
Inhaling deeply the gryphoness unleashes a breathy sigh of potent contentment. Surveying the numerous shelves, racks tables and displays. All lined with various articles of profound custom tailored beauty. Bespoken couture lingerie of the finest quality. Renowned throughout the city. Lace, and silk of every color and pattern. Walls lined with rolls of fabric. Classy, elegant, conservative, daring, and outright erotic. If it could be fathomed, Delta could create it. Then there was the gowns. Spellbinding bridal frocks of every conceivable pattern and cut. A wonderland that mates art, luxury, functionality and feminine beauty. With a radiance in her heart and an aria in her ears, the gryphoness sets about taking stock of the shelves. The tantalizing scent of pristine silk and lace wafting through the antiquated shop. It's ancient Parisian architecture a scarcely faded memory of centuries past. One by one the gryphoness goes through her mental inventory. Having lost the need for any material list years ago. Everything in it's proper place. Splendid. With a pleased nod she skips excitedly to the back room to fetch her latest eye catching creations. Hypnotically provocative garments of every shape and color emerge in the early light. Shimmering and dancing beneath luminous rays. One by one they find temporary host among one of any barren mannequins. Ready to catch the eye of a lucky lady and beckon her within.
With jovial spirits and tangible excitement, Delta moves to her cherished antique register. The nickel plated contraption shines like precious silver. Fetching floral engravings adorning every side. The turn of a key and press of a button yield the till. Numbers dance swiftly through the gryphoness sharp mind leaving not a doubt. Yielding not a fault. Everything in it's rightful place. Just as it should be. The light begins to shift. As the contented gryphoness sets about polishing the marble of the counter top and the glass of the windows to a mirror sheen, the streets begin to fill with life. Souls young and old, slow and quick, absent and present. A flurry of color and shade blooms all around. A wonderful new day had begun. With it, another cycle of sights, sounds, thoughts, emotions...experiences. Moving to the shopfront with a beak thinly parted in a serene grin, Delta silently thanks whatever forces may be for another blessed day of peace. As she flips the sign over and unbolts the door with a soft click, she can feel the morning's final rays wash soothingly over her face. Bathing her in the warmth and love of another perfect day.