• she sits with such a delicate grace you would be tranced by her, the way she sits is grace full and elegant, her hair is long and dark to crop her slender body from the crowd and flows in the wind like a light breeze over a meadow, with the shine of the light back at you like a slow moving creak in the morning sun, her white outfit says to everyone that she is pure and complex with a hint of mystery, the white sword that lies on the back is to frighten the ones she does not want around and to protect the ones she cares.