Her

       She walks through the door and instantly freezes, her eyes aimed at the floor. Their crystal blue irises shimmer and seem to glow in the faint light. They are deep and solemn, and as ever changing as the ocean. Irresistible, yet dangerously so, full of secrets and hollow forgotten words no one dared to speak. They are slanted slightly, like a cat's. She could hold a gaze forever with those eyes, often turning heads wherever she walked. She was an oddity, piercing sapphire eyes and raven hair, as thick and full as a waterfall of shadows. It framed her face, adding a deep and stunning contrast to her porcelain skin, which was as smooth and perfect as a doll's. She had high cheekbones, dyed naturally with the faintest of rose coloring, giving her a permanent blush. Her lips were full and soft, deep blood red, and concealing sharp ivory teeth. A faint smile graced the corners of her lips, as if she were always smiling at some silent joke. She stood as though she were still moving, fluid even in stillness, her ebony corset hugging her perfect hourglass figure, and flowing out into an elegant skirt around her waist. She is beautiful, even in her frozen shock she is composed. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is a gentle soprano, a note of birdsong in an empty field. It holds a note of power, soft as it is. A single word makes its way slowly from her ruby lips, the only word she can possibly think of to say, "Hello."