Along the baughs of a great and sacred oak near the palace courtyard, a large and beautiful snake clings delicately to the wood.  One could easily mistake him for a vine with his green and gold of his scales.  He watched the young prince with hungry copper eyes and flicked his little forked tongue.  It was not Ezrathell's intention to make a meal of the young lad, but rather  host.<br/><br/>When the boy snuck from the castle into the courtyard, the serpent was again reminded of why he hated this long term plan.  The boy was so pallad and appeared to have terrible vision.  What would one want with such a boy as his body.  He shook his narrow head and slithered back into the arms of a waiting woman at the foot of the tree.<br/><br/>She wore a long deep blue set of robes and a hat similar to a nun's habit but far more decorative and without the white.  "Well," She purred. "how does your form fair?"<br/><br/>"He's so white!  Like a ghost." The snake protested.<br/>"Of course he's white, both of his parents are white.  I would be rather shocked if he weren't."<br/>"No you crone!" He whined. "Like a bed-cloth or a cloud, and with little red eyes... like a rat..."<br/>"Oh, you mean an pigmentless child? An albino?" Her laughter was almost sadistic.  "Well, I hope you don't enjoy the sunlight very much, or being able to see long distance."<br/><br/>"Ha, ha! Very amusing!" Ezrathell sneered and muttered something to the effect of "old cow" and curled under her hat to keep warm.  "Let's just go for now."<br/><br/>"My, my, so impetuous today." She laughed that same derrisive laughter and raised her arms, jostling the snake.  A thick mist engulffed the pair of them and they were gone.