14: Green
She had once read that there were natives of the Arctic who had a hundred words for snow; though she wasn't really familiar with snow, living where she did, she could understand that. After all, she herself had her own names for at least a hundred shades of green.
There was the softly vibrant shade of a new shoot pushing its way up through the soil. The rich deep color of an evergreen's needles. The sickly-healthy green of a tellun's leaves. The bright emerald of her sailor fuku. She knew each one and loved them for their own individual reasons.
And yet, as she found herself staring into a pair of bright-sapphire eyes, she wondered vaguely how she had never realized the beauty of the color blue...
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Makoto and Nephrite
1/15/08