Sprung from the tempestuous union of an elven mage and human sorceress, she flows freely from movement to movement like liquid starlight, each movement enticing and denying in a singular moment of grace. Waves of hair, white as flaxen silk fall to below her shoulders and shroud her face like a hood. Eyes, framed in lush chocolate lashes, flash; the amber flecks mirrored by her smooth honeyed skin. Eyes, it is said, are windows to the soul. You endanger losing yours. You gaze into the depths of the eyes of the woman who stands before you. Colors swirl round the unusual irises. Amber and velvet brown pools drawn you in. You feel your thoughts loosen as tender fingers stroke your consciousness................. My name is Sophia; please draw closer that I might know you