Sparrow floats in. She is... lovely, inhumanly so. Her coppery hair tumbles in perfect waves to frame the delicate features of her face. Large sapphire eyes are set off by long lashes and just a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She wears a breezy sundress of faded chambray, paint-speckled... paint in her hair, too, and on her arms. But rather than detract, it add a contrast of earthiness to the ethereal - an angel of sunny afternoons and green-leafed parks and picnics on the lake. Angel indeed... for from her shoulders sprout a pair of grand feathered wings, in all the hues of gold and bronze.