Her eyes were crystal blue. They regarded what was around her with awe and wonder. A smile played on her crimson lips, her lithe frame bent to match the music that floated softly from another room. She sat at a small table, a single lamp threw light around the chamber. Her fingernails were painted blue, they drummed softly on a nearby surface. She had a drink in hand, which she sipped occasionally.

She loved Halloween. Her name, Azura.