She sat in the arms of the great oak tree that stood taller than the rest. Her long dark hair decorated in the finest of flowers draped against her back that was clothed in the tattered wears of expired red bloods' along with stained pants. She watched the wind spirit whose form was nothing more than a translucent female, dance upon the crowns of the trees, knocking over the fruits and nuts for the forest creatures to eat. It's a nice day, she thought, swaying her legs as she lifted her head to watch the clouds roll by. Her golden eyes reflected the sun that stared right at her and she wondered if it was looking down at her. Disapproving that she existed within a forest filled with only Gods, Demons and Monsters.