The wind whipped her hood, and I saw a glimpse of her onyx eyes and gently pink lips. She turned towards me, holding her dark black cloak together. Those eyes were so familiar, yet I couldn't place them.
"Who are you?" I ask her. She doesn't respond. Suddenly, she tears off her cloak. Long lashes frame her eyes, and she blinks sadly at me. Her silky, long black hair is partly swept up in a bun, with a pin. Gold and mother-of-pearl flowers dangled at the bottom of the pin. Her robes were close to those of a noble, which I was surprised by. They blended from pale pink to dark red, and thin, delicate gold detailing decorated it. The silk of her robes shone like none I had ever seen, and as I glanced at her, I recognized her. Horrified, I shook my head and backed away from her. Tears involuntarily spilled out of my eyes, and she looked away, but not before I caught tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.
"I don't think you want to know, child."
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