The city was a sight, a beautiful sight. The soft whistles of the wind pushed the floating buildings through the gentle clouds. The rosy color of the setting sun gloomed along the buildings walls, giving a warm feeling. Cheers and laughs of jubilant citizens echoed through the evening air, along with the sounds of festivities. A sudden blast of fireworks burst through the clouds, followed soon by the surprising boom. A sparkle of magnificent colors sparkled along the warm orange the sky produced.
The sight dazzled the girl who was leaning over the railing in fascination. A brisk breeze traveled through her chocolate brown hair, and her purple-blue linen dress. If you were to stare into her ocean blues, you could well make out the sparkles reflecting in with the gleam. Her expression brightened as another explosion lit the sky brilliantly.
"It's Beautiful." The gentle brunette breathed, the awe obviously revealed in her voice.
The Pinkerton standing behind her, hands in pockets, gave a rather faint grin, this being rare for a brutal soul like him. Bright red blood that stained his life was slowly starting to fade. His grin formed into a full on smile as he watched his companion gleam at the sight in front of her. Elizabeth was the young lasses name, young, and only in her mind, free. A girl who would never be free from the captivating years in that tower. The horrid thought would stay attached to her like a dreaded leech. Yet, somehow, in those dazzling eyes, she showed great happiness. Happiness that existed as if her past had never came to be, like it had suddenly faded out of her.
She leaned her fragile self more over the rail, almost guaranteeing that she was going to tumble over the edge. She ignored Dewitt’s prompting for her to step away, or just simply could not hear. But his warnings were soon cut off suddenly as her soft hum filled along with the breeze. Elizabeth’s eyes remained open and shining as she hummed, staring into the vast sunset. The sound was sweet, yet a major amount of sadness was found in it. Her voice seemed slightly cracked with a torn pain as another drift of wind traveled against her.
Booker was almost breath taken by the sight. The sight of such happiness, yet the sudden cracked sadness that lingered in her humming. Thus followed by wonderment, the wonderment of this city of paradise, in all of its secrets, gleamed a hellish effect.