May 1, 2012 - 11:31am — Bulle
The figure was a woman,
who would have been naked except for the strange impression
she gave of being dressed in light,
as if the bright silvery waves covered rather than revealed her.
Maerad looked into her eyes, and they were the same yellow eyes that
had startled her the night before.
She had the wildest face she had ever seen,
inhuman and fey,
amoral and beautiful as a flower.
