The Fashonista

The Fashionista walked through the crowd on the beach, her scarlet hair flowing behind her. The waves crashed against her skin as she walked on the sands. She readjusted her flowered wide-brimmed hat, the flaps of the white robe that she pulled over her black bathing suit flowing in the wind. She slowly walked through the city, when she noticed a commotion out of the corner of her eye. The stands for the fashion show, HER fashion show were being erected out of nothing, almost as if someone was allowing the Anvil to tap directly into their power to create items. But then she noticed some of the people who were standing, no collapsed on the new stage, almost as if it had used THEIR power to create the stage. But no, that would have to be impossible, the Anvil didn't do that.