• There is a girl whose hair flies in the wind like the stallions across a quiet meadow.. Her skin as pale as a cold glass of milk. Her tears shiver through your spine as you wonder what is the cause of the droplets. Her laughter rumbles through your very eardrum, swirling through minds. Her pinches give a fiery burn that fires across your nerves. A far away country, this is where she is from. Her abilities are mind-bottling. Her whispers can lead a small, but meaningful tear across your cheek as she glides miles away.