❦ Lady with a bow-tie tall forcing with gazes melancholy, bound in a gown of a blond hue. She dashes around the countryside, hunting knights far and wide. Her fragrance is of holy scent, her glimmer like a diamond; inseparable from glint as the rays in its brilliance. As the bunch climbs away, the paladins hang around. Lady in her slumber, prudent and pitch in her quarter. Melody and music are born inside her soul, beauty and luxury like a goddes.

♔ Foremost luminary feminine ebb and flow heartily pans out flawless flow to the finest angle. Across the nadir to the zenith, her eyes on upon it like it shapes and forms are waxing lyrical; The pure masterpiece without a mirror. A woman indeed plucks up the courage, she never had to look up to the stars be it for the guide or the light in the night. Herself was the full moon every night is thanks to her godsent innate light. Hops up her first step she looks for the all the complete whole the absolute one. Graced upon us was her, Hermoine Rubyswift.