I had difficulty coming up with something worthy of this image. I loved the style and look, very talented artist.
When Yuki was five years old, she would scream, “Faster, Mommy, faster!” Then she would wait for the peak of the spinning wheel's arc, and leap. Leap with the excitement that would course through her young body before she would come crashing to the ground laughing, dancing with the thrill.
Now, at her twenty-fifth year, the smoky-eyed beauty with just a hint of mischief in her soul, danced around once more. Daringly she whispered the enchantment, feeling the magic course through and around her like electricity filling the air.
“Kimiko, can you see it, can you feel it?” She called giddily, her mind spinning much like the merry-go-round of her childhood.
“The magic runs through us with flashes of color .... blue, violet, red.” Kimiko circled around gazing with amazement as the magic poured forth from her sister's slender form surrounding her like a cloud.
Yuki grinned as she focused her will, drawing on the power, her heart racing as she raised her eyes to the heavens. She was blessed with the magic that had been renewed in her spirit, bringing together her life force with her ancestors of old.