A sweetness exuded her. A gentle quietness. Yet there within her eyes was something more. The craving for adventure. The spirit ready to be let loose. Hushed yet dancing deep in her emerald blue eyes. Color the same as the wild grasses she twirled on. Chestnut hair long, unbound, undone–falling over her shoulders and down her back.

The winds whispering the song inside her, the melody singing of what was to come….