danceswithspears
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...?"














