In the literature, an author must learn to manipulate and use words to their biggest advantage.  Colors play an important role, as they assist the reader in visualizing the writer's world.  Depending on the choice of words, stereotypes of both negative and positive qualities are developed.  Below are two descriptions, each using a certain palette of colors to help develop a stereotype.  Can you identify the different palettes, as well as the stereotypes?

 

Description One

Small pools of dappled, golden sunlight slowly grow in size as the forest thins, hand-held innocence slowly flexing and rising to stretch out into a small pond of warm bliss.  Beaten dust from the path rises to gently float in the air above these pools, stirring and drifting in playful swirls with the passage of movement.  Slowly, these fey-like beings disappear as the sanctuary the forest offered thins, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye as the pale blue of the sky spans out as far as the eye can see.  Beneath the open sky, the path leads to a flat bridge made out of stone, the two blending in together smoothly enough to prevent the identification of where one ends and where one begins.  Across the bridge, a building blossoms from the ground, each stone a warm, dusk-rose color.  The highest stones on the building have been bleached into a golden tan as they soak up the sun's rays, lighting the shingles upon the various towers into a rich copper.  The doorway to the castle is set beneath an arch of tanned, yellow stones complete with a lion's head holding the knocker loosely within its jaws.

 

Description Two

Long arms coated with thick, rough skin reach up towards the heavens, hands grasping wide within leaf-covered gloves as if to tear it down.  The torsos of these silent warriors twist and bend slightly as they strive towards their enemy, long capes of thick, dark green leaves hiding the ground they stubbornly try to protect within shadow.  Slashes of honeyed rays flit through the gaping holes within the natural chain-link armor, alighting upon the forest floor and gathering within pools as if waiting to spring up and return from whence it came.  The path snakes through the forest, smoothly transforming into a bridge made out of grayed stones.  Beyond the bridge lies a castle made out of light, crimson stones with the highest stones paling into a yellowed pallor.  The bronze lion's head upon the door holds a discolored, copper knocker loosely within its jaws, as if daring you to grasp a hold of the ring and knock.



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