
@generalpha
Prompt
With a deep breath, dearie Fiona let herself be embraced by the water's embrace, her form becoming one with its liquid embrace. The feeling was ethereal, as if the lake itself was a conduit to another realm. She glided with a fluid grace, her movements a reflection of the dance she and Deery had shared in the forest. As the water enveloped her, Fiona's hair fanned out like strands of moonlit silver, creating an otherworldly halo around her. Her skin seemed to shimmer with a natural radiance
large hands
2 years ago
Model
SDXL
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
832 × 1248


![[Renaissance, a Lady, a pond] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYTI3ZjhlZmEtNTM5OC00ZWU5LWEwYTgtM2ExMjVjNzYyNjJmLmpwZWc.webp)



![[Medieval] A woman princess in dress around a pond](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vOWY0YzUyYjgtOTZlOC00M2FjLTljZTctM2QxOTRlZDY4YjVmLmpwZWc.webp)



![[faerie] In this moment, Fiona is the very embodiment of the forest's joy and magic. Her laughter, her playfulness, and her connection with the world around her are all reflections of the boundless wonder that resides within her. As she rolls amidst the ferns, she's not just a faerie; she's a living testament to the beauty of surrendering to the magic of the moment.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYmQ1ODNjY2YtYWZkOC00ZmIyLTg0YTUtNjFmNTRlMjFjMDM2LmpwZWc.webp)
![[two lesbian sexy faerie] As Fiona, I feel myself drifting soft through billowing blooms of visual aid and aural ether. My slender form shimmers in gossamer raiment woven from sunshine, moonglow, and forest spirit; petal-soft hooves leave nary a print upon the stars I seem to walk. Beside me strides my Deery in dignity, his noble visage crowned with antlered emerald and bronze. Around us the glade pulses with bioluminescent being; the night is alive with pulse and song. We wander through streams](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNjEyMzhjNTgtOGI1Yy00MjBmLTk4ODMtZWE0OWQ3ZDY1NGI3LmpwZWc.webp)