"Ah... it's a wonderful view... If only I could see this many times more,"
Perched atop of the Kingdom's royal tree, The Princess Of Elandria, Aziel fluttered her arms out wide feeling the breeze brush against her robes as she gazed at the silverleaf city below.
The new year had just begun, yet Aziel desired to watch the sun rise once more, she had done this countless times over the course of her life and still she couldn't help but admire the beauty of nature.
Within the pleasant breeze Her silver hair, the color of moonlight on snow, was thick and long, reaching past her waist where it swayed gently in the breeze. It was tied into two loose braids that flowed like silken rivers down her back, each strand shimmering with an ethereal light.
The braids weren't perfectly smooth; strands of hair escaped here and there, curling into delicate ringlets that framed her face and danced playfully on the air.
