Lounging (open)

Chryseis sat upon a chaise lounge in what would make for a beautiful day time green house. Her gaze fixed upon nothing at all she lounged comfortably but at the same time remained still as a statue.

Unmoving and with a rare blink she looked cold as stone. This was a usual position for Chryseis and those who knew her knew that nothing was wrong and that was simply how she enjoyed her time.

To be ageless was a hard sentence, and one was wise to make time to stop and lose yourself in the bliss of nothingness.

Her eggshell white linen gown covered her legs past her feet, surrounding her. It was not often that she was cold but on occasion her feet would appreciate the extra coverage.

Fireflies zipped around her and she blinked.