Setting:<br/>A clearing in the forest, sun rising and a previous darkness quick to become lost in it's golden rays.  Within the clearing a woman stood, tall but slender, arms thin and seemingly weak, face soft and decorated with a pair of hazel eyes.  Her arm raises, up, then back down, up, then down, moving softly down the length of her long silver hair, brushing it.  The sun continues to rise and finally the light breaks into the clearing, her white robe with the yellow trim seems to glow along side her skin.  After a few minutes she switches hands, using her left to brush the right side of her flowing hair.<br/><br/>[[I'm hoping this is a good enough setup.  It's been a bit.]]