The woman in front of her was tall, and elegant. It was surprising, really. She’d never met someone who looked like her—then again, she hadn’t met many people. But the impression she gave off was like a ballerina, graceful and talented.
What interested her most was the gem placed upon her forehead, and she tilted her head in wonder at it.
"Excuse me," she started, attempting to get the woman’s attention, "what kind of gem is that on your forehead…?"
"Ah, it happens to be a pearl! As is my name as well." Was the gem in her forehead named after her, or was it the other way around? The thought sent her into a momentary identity crisis.
She reached up a touched a slender finger to said gem, causing it to glow faintly. Looking down at the girl in front of her, she noticed some sort of decoration in her hair.
"Is that some sort of spaceship in your hair? Do you know what model it is?"












