He looked around boredly for something distracting and more interesting than the mousemaid's one-sided conversation. Something caught his eye by the tree at the edge of the clearing. He stared with wonder at the sight. It was the dancer, the angel who had fought the demon and won. She was letting her hair down from the gold bracelets that held it up, and as she shook it fitfully, foot after foot of wavy orange hair fell, glittering like gold. His jaw fell a little. Good Lord, he had to meet her.
Yeah, sorry about that. There's another pic of her here, and the outfit is totally different, but I still like it. Pay no attention to above writing. Oekaki.