Tentatively, Valerie touched her cheek. The shining surface opposite her reflected the movement. Dark mocha skin, tanned from time spent in the sun. Forest green eyes with twenty-twenty vision. Wavy black hair pulled back with an orange headband.
She shifted slightly, the kneeling position she was in cutting of the blood circulation to her legs, and returned her gaze to the glassy surface of the river. It shouldn't be so still, this she knew. Rivers should be burbling happily, bringing gorgeous music few could appreciate.
As if controlled by an outside force, her eyes returned to the surface of the water. She had been fighting a ghost earlier…had she won? No matter. She was alive, which was good.
But….the thought returned unbidden. What was its name? It's important. I know it is. Glancing to the right of the water thoughtfully, (though she didn't want to be thoughtful, she just wanted to look at the glassy surface of this beautiful river. To see her own visage reflected back. Was that so bad?) She spotted a daffodil leaning over the water as well. It looked as if it were drinking in its own countenance, just as she was doing.
Unwillingly, she closed her eyes, remembering an English class from long ago. Daffodils were also called Narcissus'. Named after a young man from Greek mythology that had stared at himself in the River Styx for so long, that he had died.
Sighing contemplatively, she opened her eyes, and gazed again into the watery depths of the Styx. Behind her, a striking male ghost watched serenely, thankful that someone else would suffer the same fate as he.
This is for Muse's birthday, with the prompt of 'Mirror.' To get the most of this odd little number, I would suggest knowing the story Narcissus and Echo. Hopefully this isn't too odd.