Sylvain Enters A sprite with sharp, blue eyes and severely, white eyelashes peered through her misty veil; a mane of silvery hair encompassed her body which was tattooed with strange markings that shimmered like stars.
She wore no clothing of any kind, but her nakedness was disguised by her intriguing beauty. The veil which she shrouded herself in created an ethereal glow about her as she moved.
Slowly, gracefully she advanced towards the enthralled travelers who were spellbound by her appearance. Her pale feet touched the ground like it was a shallow pool of water and she floated over the surface as it rippled with each step.
Ciaran unsheathed his blade and slowly lifted it in front of him to defend himself against the sprite. She held out a hand and stretched her palm out flat, her blue eyes were lifted towards him and she spoke to him in a voice that was filled with every emotion,