Once upon a time there was a rainbow that painted the sky. It would come and it would go, peaking out from behind clouds, shining in the early morning light. Sometimes it would just curl up with the pot of gold and chill. Can't be a rainbow without rain, and it doesn't rain all the time. It made the rainbow lonely and sad. It should be in the sky all the time. The whole world should get to see it. After all, it makes beauty. It brings color. Its keeper and the rainbow had a difference of opinion on that point, which is why the rainbow isn't there any longer.
That rainbow will show that keeper, though. One day, the whole world will see the beauty it can make. And then maybe, just maybe, that rainbow can finally put what happened to it behind itself. Once you've become bigger and more famous than the worst thing that happened to you, coping gets a lot easier. Unrealistic goals? Maybe. But nobody ever accused a rainbow of a lack of ambition.
Polly has girl next door good looks coupled with a dazzling smile. She's cute to the point of puckishness, with a bit of a pixie nose and wide hazel eyes. Her hair is worn long and falls in unruly curls, typically dyed some garish color or other. She sports various facial piercings which generally accent her look rather than detracting from it, usually color coded to match the rest of her ensemble.
Mien
She looks made of light, like the shimmering of an oil slick on the water, or the dazzling prismatics of a mid-afternoon casting through a crystal chandelier onto a nearby wall. Beyond and beneath the razzle and the dazzle is a solid woman, somehow. Shapely in a manner the renaissance painters would have appreciated, one whose hair is little more than the scattering of light or the shimmering of the aurora borealis.
Mantle
The scent of spring flowers accompanied by the permeating light of a late spring afternoon. Color seems to heighten.
