Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2013 19:57:07 GMT -5
Summer was sweet for her. The sun shined, a warmth lingered in the air with the occasional breeze gracing people enjoying such beautiful days, and Daphne had the chance to get out there in nature without any of those unfortunate weather conditions that could do harm to her camera. Part of her had wanted to go home for the break, and maybe she still would in the coming weeks, but her parents weren’t home so she would have just been going back to an empty house, unless she could talk her brother into going with her. That was unlikely. He had his own things going on. Unfortunate as the circumstances were, Daphne supposed that it wasn’t too terrible. There were quite a few things about Wentworth that she had grown fond of. It wasn’t home, even going into her senior year at the academy, and maybe it never would be, but it was at least somewhere that she felt comfortable enough.
When she headed to the park that day Daphne hadn’t been looking for anything in particular. More just hoping to stumble across something that struck her fancy. It was busy, many people taking advantage of the good weather they’d been blessed with. She was no different. The moment Daphne stepped out of her car she would turn to face the direction of the sun and let the beams touch her face. It was a habit of hers. Unsure of where she had picked it up from, Daphne had seemed to always do this little ritual of hers. Maybe it was symbolic, that she sought out the brightest source of light to brush against her cheeks out of the desire for having the limelight? Speculation was available to her and there were times of solitude when she did take the liberty of exercising her mind to see what conclusions she could form about herself. It was true what people said; you were your own worst critic.
Her gaze landed on a group of children playing a game of soccer. She’d only played a few times in her youth. When it came to the complicated footwork needed to play the game she just didn’t have that type of coordination it seemed. Yes, Daphne was elegant. She could walk in high heels with a stack of books upon her head, dance all the most popular ballroom routines, and even had some athleticism to her but nothing in terms of footwork like soccer had, she was better suited for volleyball. They looked like they were having fun though; except for the runt of the liter who was getting overlooked for passes being treated like the monkey in the middle. The others seemed to be having a good laugh over it too. If she’d been skilled enough to slip in and steal the ball from those teasing Daphne might have done something about it but as it stood, boys would be boys.
Following one of the given paths Daphne paused at a bush along the way reaching into her bag to pull out her camera. She crouched down focusing the scope to get the clearest picture at the nearest detail before holding down the button to capture several shutters of the small image at fractions of seconds. The butterfly was gorgeous. Its wings mused with black and orange, so vibrant with the smallest differences in hues from one section of the wing to the next. It would look great in print, framed and hung up in her dorm room. Daphne was constantly changing the décor, all of which wound up being several photographs she’d taken herself, either in their pure form or manipulated in some way to be abstract. When she heard someone speaking behind her Daphne rose to her full height again and looked to them. ”Pardon me?” She hadn’t heard them the first time, so swept up in the delicacy of the butterfly.
wearing this.