She was like the spring -always flourishing and blissful. She was exceptionally bright and her presence was heavenly. With a buzzing, forever lively mind, she could make the rainiest days seem cloudless. After a lingering sleep, she would awake like a blossoming rose ready to spread joy across the land.
Do you have any tips for keeping tension in a scene? I'm stuck in this one part where a village has been set on fire and the hero is trying to help put it out.