<div class="floatright">(http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/983/stormface.jpg)</div>Heeled boots click on the hard surface they find themselves contacting with each step. The long, deep brown legs of the tall, stately woman move with practiced precision. The flowing ivory locks of hair which spill forth from her scalp flutter slightly before drooping back down behind her. The simple black metallic tiara she wore kept the voluminous locks from her features holding them back and exposing the distinctive 'v' shape of her hairline. Her features were both severe and with a touch of softness to them, and very very African. Full lips, high and full cheekbones frame each side and the bottom of a wide, flat nose. Each of her eyes, which continue to glow a soft white are slightly hooded, angled and pointed brows the same color as her snowy hair hover above the slightly glowing eyes. Those eyes shift slightly and focus onto the young blond woman, staring at the familiar features intently for several long, and silent moments.<br/><br/>Her attention shifts to the man known as the 'watcher' for a brief moment before returning to the young woman. She steps forward once again. The long black cape which dangles from a pair of golden bracelets at each wrist and come together at a point hidden beneath her long, full draping snowy locks billows out behind her as she moves. She wore a simple black bodysuit which ended just above the curve of her breasts, a red jewel set into the center of the gray fringe. A golden sash hangs lazily around her wide hips, hips which sway regally as she moves.<br/><br/><strong>"I know the feeling of wishing to fix things, to get back what was lost."</strong><br/><br/>She begins her voice a deep, booming baritone, twinged with a heavy exotic accent.<br/><br/><strong>"Sometimes... Sometimes no matter how powerful we become, no matter how much we have learned, there are some things that cannot be undone."</strong><br/><br/>She pauses once again, her full lips pulling into a small but genuine smile as she continues to regard the young woman. Her odd, glowing white eyes finely melting back to a clear, crystal blue iris surrounding a deep black pupil.<br/><br/><strong>"But sometimes talking about it, does still help. And if you would like to... I would be glad to listen."</strong><br/><br/>She reaches out with a single hand, allowing the lighter brown bottoms of her fingers to gently brush the shoulder of the blond woman before she turns to face the being known as the 'Watcher' fully.<br/><br/><strong>"I..." </strong>She begins, pausing for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts.<strong>"I can feel it, at the edge of my mind, a chaos... A void. I cannot explain what it is but I can feel it, and I feel the urgency. It is as if the fabric of reality itself, at the very edges is... bending, flexing."</strong>