(( I'll take that as a sign to be in character... *Heh Heh's.*
And don't expect me to be WinMX good. o_o; I've been Gaian grown.))
Appearing in a twist of grey smoke, she stood in the dark sky. Two white angel wings flapped once or twice keeping herself inthe air. Though she really didn't need them. She learned along time ago how to leviate herself. Her black jacket twisted with a gust of sudden gust of cold wind that passed by the area. Her golden braids laid upon her head, as a two black ear warmers warmed her delicate ears. Her held her hands together, both covered with knitted black gloves and blew on her hands lightly. She hated winter. The snow was pretty but that was about it. Golden orbs took in the scenery, she hummed lightly. She was lost of course, what was happening who was fighting who. She lacked in time at the Warmakers. Perhaps there wasnt' really a purpose of her to be here anymore. She frowned lightly, her chapped lips opening to let out a frosty sigh.