Graeyiad, another one of my characters. 'Thousands of years ago, she was bethrothed to Eyderienn, to settle the feud that raged between their tribes. But she hated him, and she fled from mountain realm to forest, just to escape him. Then, thousands of years later, like the tide that beats against a boulder, the hate wore away slowly, and in its place was a strange emotion that softened the frigid look in her eyes, and frightened her to no end. Now, she sits atop the very moutain that she had last seen him at, overlooking a mysterious valley that has been rumoured to be his haunt. And she waits.' Photoshop 6.0 + a squeaky mouse. Reference used for lighting. C&C appreciated.