Notien

"I heard grass rustling and looked over my shoulder. A Fyr’aeset woman approached, holding folded clothing. Her sleek, ebony wings dragged behind her, and her blonde hair was cut into a severe bob that angled her diamond-shaped face. She gazed at me with deep navy eyes and had the longest eyelashes I’d ever seen. She stopped and sat beside me, relaxing her wings behind her on the grass. The way she held herself reminded me of a porcelain doll, with round, unblinking, shining eyes."