CLICK.
A stir in the windless air.
The surface of the lake rippled, ever so faintly.
Deep within the weeping willow's shadow, the air shimmered like water. A slender, delicate figure quietly solidified from nothingness and stepped forth.
A few rays of moonlight filtered through the branches, perfectly outlining the newcomer's silhouette.
She was a young girl, appearing no older than fifteen or sixteen. Her frame was slender, and she wore a deep purple, off-the-shoulder velvet gown whose hem flowed like the night, gathering at her ankles.
Her thick, waterfall-like black hair had not been deliberately styled, spilling naturally over her shoulders and back. A few strands, carried by the night breeze, gently brushed against her smooth shoulders and neck.
