Tora, the disciple who faced possibly literal damnation. All she could do was wander freely on a too-open field. She could only kneel down and think about her past. Until suddenly, she heard a feminine voice quietly murmur, "You must be Tora?"
"It's better if you don't come near me..." Tora trailed off.
"...Your eyes are striking like the sky, and you have hair the color of spring grass. You're very beautiful, honestly." When she finally looked up, she saw a Summoner just as "beautiful" as herself.
A/N: I created a new forum for contests of Brave Frontier, so I decided to do a challenge/contest myself. I'm going to do 100 drabbles with 100 prompts. The first one was beauty. The next one is love, so if you have any shipping requests, feel free to review your requests!