~The young woman moved about.. a musical air to her.. a girl who has a sadness untold within her eyes. A woman so happy and yet so sad as locks of magenta and ebony darkness swirled about her facial features.. a girl who knew little other then the musical tones of the life she lived and existed. She never spoke.. she sand. She never whispered.. he hummed melody.
Music. It was her life and existance. To speak was such a hard thing.. things always came out in song.. or a hint of song.. and when things came out in song.. *things* tended to happen. Often, not nice things. Her words trigger the magics contained within her. Words.. tones.. lyrics.. were her source of power.. her core sence of being.
Often looking to.. and for.. a swing.. she would sit and stare out at a world that seemed not to understand or accept her.. hoping perhaps one day.. that it actually might.. or at least.. might try to anyways.