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littlebabyfawn
Celeste closed eyes as she glided through the open waters of the ocean. For some reason she felt free and happy in water. As the warm water enveloped around her, she sighed. She could stay here all day. For all her life, she had loved water. She loved the feel of, the fresh scent of it, the sound of its tides sweeping up the shore, anything about it made her feel safe and content. Her feelings faded away when she heard a high-pitched scream. She quickly swept through the water to reach a small and delicate body of a girl. She carried her over to the shore. Luckily she wasn't that heavy. As her arms made contact with the warm golden sand, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She'd made it. Most of the time, she had to listen to boring old lifeguard lecture her about how when you see someone drowning call for help. But Celeste must have been an exception because she could carry someone out to safety easily and safely for the benefits of herself and her passenger. Slowly, so as not to startle her, she laid the girl on the sand and took inventory of her. She had lustrous long blonde hair that glinted in the sun and reflected, long curly, thick eyelashes, plump, ruby red lips, a pert tiny nose, long model high legs and a curvy figure. Celeste blinked again and the girl changed from blonde straight hair to long dark ringlets and her lips turned a pale pink. Celeste blinked again and the girl looked like one of her favorite actresses. How strange, she thought. The girl was breathtakingly beautiful and reminded her of the most beautiful people she'd ever seen with a couple minor adjustments to enhance her beauty. Slowly, the girl opened her eyes, which were a lovely color of sea green. Well, sea green for five minutes. She blinked rapidly, probably taking in her surroundings. "Where am I?" She inquired innocently. "You're in a beach on Greece. My parents own it. Do you want me to take you to them?"
She was more than willing to help this beautiful girl. "Yes. What is your name, maiden?" "Celeste," She told her "What is yours?" "I don't know, but they call me Tara." Her eyes flickered to chocolate brown for half a second before turning gray. Since she was buried in sand, I could only make out a tattered white linen makeshift dress hastily strewn across her body like a toga. "Tara. Where's your family?" It was a bit suspicious seeing as she was clothed in a sheet and looked homeless if not for her extreme beauty. "Family, I have no family! If I did, the sea and the earth would be my family!" At this point, where she was talking rubbish, I decided to take her into the house. "Come on, Tara, let's go. I'll get you some proper clothes and some food." I scanned the beach for my t-shirt (I was currently wearing my bathing suit) to give to her. I found it near my pink and white vertical striped beach towel. I lifted the oversized thin blue shirt up and gave it to her. She lifted it over her head and the sleeves were underneath of her armpits. I motioned for her to pull her arms through the sleeves, but she ignored me and pulls the sleeves over her head tying it behind her head like a bandeau top. Of course, she looked stunning like a model for designer clothes instead of a homeless girl wearing an old oversized t-shirt. The dress perfectly fit with her curves and fell about three inches above her kneecaps. Her currently honey blonde hair was in beach waves and fell to the small of her back. Her eyes were strikingly blue, resemble the ocean, sparkling and changing color. She looked ready to take on the world.