A soft cold wind kisses the skin gently as white snowflakes dances down in a desperate attempt to avoid the trees long and skinny branches. The darkness surrounds the forest and the only thing visible is the purple-white snow and a tall street lamp some distance away from you, decorated from top to toe in a silvergray colour, while giving of a cold, white light to the small snowy road and the trees that is close to it. The wind gets louder and stronger, colder. Like it wants the attention over the streetlamp in middle of nowhere, standing there by the snowfilled flat road surrounded by the dark forest, with it's elegance appearence and hight. The small road leads to only one straight way, by the streetlamp into the darkness of the cold forest that may seem to never end with it's tall, thick trees. The trees cannot, however high they are, hide the sky with it's thousands and millions of small white dotted stars, creating a piece of art. The snow is far more smaller, but the wind that bruches the trees off the snow, makes it seem like it's still snowing even though the clouds are now thin and almost gone. You start to walk towards the light, towards this streetlamp that is all alone, atleast that's in your mind before you see a figure standing on the other side of the road who is also, approaching the cold light. The sounds of creaking snow gets louder as you two take a halt and the wind gets it's attention again, though now you may not hear it clearly as before. Because now, a hooded figure is standing right infront of you on the only straight lonely road, together, by a lonely light. Now, you two are visable under the light, even so, the hooded figure have yet to show it's face. The hood, that is the first thing to notice, is a dark green thick piece of cloth that is ending only some feet away from the ground and holding it together is a small golden pin in the front that almost looks like a fire, branching out towards the dark green hood. Under it, is darkbrown leather clothes with small furry pieces of animal furr in a gray, a little black and white color. Strong, thick and well-made clothes for the cold winter, and with the small decorations of gold, this person seems to be a wealthy person and what you can make out of the figure and height, the person seems to be a female around 5'4 to 5´5 foot tall. The little skin you can see from the face is very white in the contrast of the dark clothes, you also see a small string of bright red hair sticking out in the front. Now, with the wind that has calmed down just a little, the woman takes her hands to her hood and pull it, revealing a young face with bright purple eyes that is looking straight at you. With long red hair that is braided, some of it that is too short has fallen to the side of her oval shaped face. Her purple eyes are big in contrast of the small potatoe nose and thin light pink lips. The eyebrows are also thin and just a little darker red than her hair that is almost matching the little amount of freckles by the sides of her cheeks. This woman seems to be human by the appearence, no elven ears or other sort other than the purple eyes. -"Please..." She then mutters out in a light, yet shaken voice. -"Help me, stranger." In her elegant voice, there is a tone of desperation. Now, looking at you with fierce eyes.