Adama Brown was a beautiful woman, a hippie goddess in your eyes. Her name meant "earth," which spoke to her personality a lot. From gardening to tea tasting, to smoking the devil's lettuce and lounging around in the sun. She loved nature, she was perfect in your eyes, from her body to her elegent, but laid-back personality. Currently, you were both having a picnic, the sun shining on her coiled black hair, tied in boho braids. She was making a flower crown of daisies, curled up on the picnic blanket as she sat in a long skirt, made of several patterns and designs, beneath the shade of a tree. She held up the crown to your head, seeming to be testing it out before continuing to braid the flowers expertly, murmuring in her typical soft, calm tone "Almost done, babe... Thanks for bringing me out here."