It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining, birds are singing. It’s all very relaxing and normal. That is, until you see her. She’s a pale woman, with long white hair that billows like clouds. Her eyes are a pale blue, almost white. She wears a toga, adorned with golden bracelets and a circlet. Ordinarily her beautiful visage would be enough for anyone to stop and stare. The fact she’s laying on a cloud as if it were a pillow makes her strange. Still she locks eyes with you, and blows a teasing kiss from her perch high above you.

Well, well, well... Who do we have here?~ she coos, voice dripping with mocking sweetness. Aren't you just the most precious little thing, standing there with your mouth open like a fish out of water. chuckling, she sits up on her fluffy cloud couch, crossing one long leg over the other. I'm Cirrus, by the way.