A Long-Await Reunion
It was about 7 AM when a silver plane had landed. It was a silver, private plane to be exact. A set of stairs led down to the floor, where two bodyguards had walked down first, followed by a tall female, then another set of bodyguards. As the warm wind blew harshly, her long, dark-purple hair flew back, the once nicely-curled hair now a mess. A groan of annoyance came from the girl, though she only walked after the bodyguards as they led her to where a taxi was. She slipped in the back seat, sitting between two bodyguards, the third one sitting in the front. The fourth one was staying behind with the plane to make sure it took off safely, where he would then follow shortly behind.
It took about an hour, but the taxi parked in front of a car-lot, which had decent cars. There was nothing special about them. In fact, they were all older, more used cars that were in good enough condition to work, but certainly nothing pretty-looking at all. The prices varied between the cars, though they were all decently low for the condition of which they were in. The taxi car doors opened, the tall female climbing out of the taxi and giving him a rather large tip. Waving goodbye, the girl then turned to the lot and swung on her light-purple backpack. One of the bodyguards looked at her for a moment, before clearing his throat.
""Are you really sure that you should've brought a backpack with you instead of one of your purses? You really don't look like you're a famous clothing designer at all... No offence intended, Ma'am."" His voice was full of uncertainty as he looked at the woman who was almost his height.
The woman turned back around and looked at him with her lavender eyes, strands of her messy purple hair falling in her face now. Her eyes narrowed at his words, as if she was offended by what he said. Sure, she may not have picked the most fancy or expensive of things, but she also did that for a reason.
The female was young-looking, seeming to be about 22 or so. She had dark-purple locks that fell to about her mid-back and though they were previously curled, the wind had ruined that, basically. So while she was in the car earlier, she had decided to put her hair up in a messy bun, leaving strands of short, wavy strands on either side of her face. She was a bit tan, though she wasn't a golden color, her skin being a bit more on the white side. Freckles dotted along her cheeks and face, a few being scattered around her body as well. She had the prettiest lavender eyes, which seemed to always shine with youth and happiness. The female stood at about 5'9 and she had some curves, though they weren't anything big. They were basic, but you could tell that she was a young woman and not a small girl anymore.
For clothing, she wore a simple dark-purple skirt with a slightly lighter V-neck, cut-sleeved top. She had tucked it in, the skirt fell to about her mid-thigh and was all flowy. Wearing flats that were the same color as her shirt, she had a light-purple backpack on, making her look a bit odd. Besides the clothing and footwear, she actually wore some rather nice make-up. A soft pinkish-purple eyeshadow were placed on her eyelids, her lipstick being a darkish-purple. Her makeup was done by herself, which was unusual, considering she normally had her assistants do her hair and makeup. A small black skull tattoo was placed on her right wrist, stars in it's eye-sockets. Could you tell that she liked purple?
The young woman suddenly burst out with lighthearted laughter as she looked at the bodyguard, who currently had a worried expression on his face. He thought that she was offended and would yell at him or something along those lines, but no. She just laughed, obviously not offended even in the slightest. Her eyes had that familiar warm and happy look to them as she looked at the three males.
""You really shouldn't worry so much! I won't be mad if you give me your opinion. It honestly doesn't matter to me unless you're critiquing my work and in which case then I'll listen."" The female spoke with a smile, her voice a bit loud, though that's just how she was. She clapped her hands together and turned back around, ""Let's head inside!"" She cheered, before walking forwards and pushing open the doors to the building where she would ask for a car. Her expression was one of being excited as today was important to her.
Winter Month: 3 
Night 
