She sat in the middle of the field, the grass high enough to cover her from anyones view. The wind blew sharply at her face, cold enough to leave red nips on her cheeks. Her long black hair was tightly french braided to her scalp, the end flapping wildly in the air behind her. Her thin arched eyebrows were scrunched, her almond brown eyes squinted, her large nose beet red, and her soft smiling lips torn from biting.

Perfection was an odd thing, she was as well. There was a sense of familiarity in her. As if i had seen her before, but not in real life, maybe in my dreams? I slowly approached her hoping she wouldn’t think I was odd, afraid to be interrupting her from anything important.

“Um, hi my name is Jaselyn.” that’s all I managed to say before my throat dried up and I grew hot with embarrassment. I felt like a silly little girl. She smiled up at me “Hey, my names Cytheria.” I guess she saw the question in my eyes because she added, “It’s Latin for Venus, the goddess. My parents spoke Latin.”