Long, straight, white-blonde hair, run through with lime green streaks. Rebellious eyes and a wicked smile. Dark eyes drawing you in and holding you. She walks carelessly, swinging her arms. She moves like a child, not conscious of the eyes watching her.

    She walks through the county-side, through long grass that tickles her feet. Her dress flows out behind her, with her hair, blown by the wind. She tilts her face to the sun, a smile on her face which seems to tell everything - her joy and her pain.