The girl walked with a feline grace the bottom hem of her white dress swept over her feet and the limestone floor. Her hair was like mine, black, messy, and short, her eyes were a dark blue/color and around her neck was a gray circle shapped stone with a hole in the center like the one i always wore twisted on a silver chain on my wrist.
"Who are you?" I asked in awe by her flawlessness.
The girl chuckled and walked twords me her hand out streached to touch my own. "You know who I am." She said in a voice like a pealing bell.
I couldn't hep but reach out to her as well and when my cold pale skin made contact with her warm mocha skin a pure white light blazed from our hands.