"Heh… An honored Caster…"
The crooked door of the wooden cabin slid open a crack without a sound.
A figure leaned languidly against the doorframe, as if just startled from a long, deep sleep.
It was a woman.
Her skin was a warm, sun-kissed amber, glowing with a healthy, tanned luster.
Most striking of all was her long, thick hair, which cascaded like a waterfall. In the dim light, it revealed a deep purple hue, like flowing amethyst. A few strands rested casually on her bare shoulders.
She was wrapped in a dark-colored robe of an ancient style and indeterminate fabric. Its edges were frayed, yet it strangely accentuated her languid but powerful Presence.
Her eyes, also a strange shade of purple, were like a night sky laced with Star Dust. Half-lidded, her languid gaze swept over the pathetic scene outside.
A faint, playful smile spread across her lips.
