Iris

Iris.
A being of beauty, magical in her charm with glowing eyes and an undeniably warm heart.
Some say that she was birthed within the mountains ⛰ of her countryside home village. Fresh alpine water springs from her mouth when she speaks. Plus she’s a dancer, the type that moves you almost as if wild cool country winds were in her DNA.
She’s an artist too, her mind is a complex cavern of ideas, feelings, and interesting notions on life. The way she moves feels like you’re surfing an erupting lava-esque earthquake, she’ll sweep you right off your feet. She’s often the best dressed in the hallways of your art school. You want to know more but you’re a bit apprehensive because she’s quite breathtaking.

Me: I can’t find the right words to say around her.
Them: Don’t worry about it, Iris understands what you mean. She’s calm and it’s just her charm that’s got you tripping up.
Me: But what if I flop and make a fool of myself.
Them: That’s the Iris magic, she’ll make sure you’re heard and understood, and she’ll look good doing so.