Oh, God. Why?
Dressed in a simple white chemise, stitched with a hint of gold at the bosom, the Faerie Queen made a symphony of white and gold.
White and gold, huh? You don’t say.
The Faerie Queen, on a dais across the room, rose from the simple wood chair in which she sat talking with a cluster of other Fae.
It’s like I was trying to use every preposition in one sentence.
On the other hand, I’m quite fond of this image.
The naiad hummed under her breath and the gills on the side of her neck yawned pink against her pale blue skin.