Today the wind seemed a little hard, it seemed like no one was out around the area. In the distance a figure in a ragged cloak that seemed to be torn at the tail, the hood pulled over her head. The figure was a young woman with silver hair, stands coming down from out of the hood. Her pink, reddish eyes seemed to glow. She was wondering away from where she was born to learn about what was out in the world. As she let out the sigh the wind actually stopped as everything had calmed. The cloak didn’t cover over her chest, her shirt was low cut showing off her soft pale skin shinned with the light of the moon that beamed down on to her. She took down her hood as she smelled the air and then shock her head and laughed a bit, “This town seems a bit strange.” She mumbled as she walked in. She didn’t know where she had ended up, she never really paid much attention to that kind of stuff in the first place, she mostly went where the road took her.