The sky was painted with golds, reds and oranges, a dark figure being the only absence of color in the country skyscape. The figure sat upon a broom, flitting across the sky, chasing after a flying black ball that she hit with all her might every time she could catch it. There were other times when she would sit still, waiting for the ball to fly to her as her shoulder length dark brown hair flapped freely around her face, some sticking to her sweaty brow.