07-02-2006, 12:55 PM
Outside, a young girl was sitting on the ground, crosslegged.
Her hair was a pure, soft moon-white, and her eyes a bright gold, sparkling with silver.
Her skin was as pale as her hair, with a slight flush to her cheeks.
Her clothing was simple, of fine but tattered and dirtied clothes.
A pale yellow lace skirt with a sprig of white flowers sewn onto it over dark blue shorts, a white school shirt a faint purple tie dye effect, the sleeves too long for her, almost eclipsing her small, long fingered hands. Her shoes was brown sandels, almost worn out and battered.
Although she was fifteen, she had an air of childlike innocence, as he dealt out the Tarot cards in front of her, swept the back up, and dealt again.
A hat lay nearby, with a few measly coins inside.
Under her breath, she sang quietly in a language that no one could understand.
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."