““Her eyes were deep blue. Long eye lashes guarded them as if they were guarding a treasure of immense value. One could feel the freshness of her milky skin. Her faint odor hung around her and her silken hairs danced in the wind. She moved in slow, measured steps, her shapely figure floating in the air. A long, white, silver brocaded gown followed her as a lone sentry. Now and then she would brush her black hairs back with a careless flourish and silently admonish the wind with a nonchalance of a child.””
