Rose crouched down on the soft, glowing grass, a pile of natural resources scattered in front of her.
The evening sky above was painted in hues of pink and lavender, and the golden light from the sun flickered through the trees, casting shadows across her makeshift beauty station.
She picked up a few rose petals, their color deep and velvet red, and glanced at her reflection in the nearby silver river.
Her white hair blew softly in the evening breeze, adding to the ethereal, angelic atmosphere that surrounded her.
Too bad it was the only thing about her that looked celestial.
(To her obviously ಠ﹏ಠ)
"Alright, Rose. Time for some... makeup," she muttered to herself, almost unsure if she could actually pull this off.
Elara had promised it was simple, but Rose had serious doubts.