The moon was blood red and the sky was black as pitch the day I was born. My Momma, a Teir'dal, was a witch doctor for her tribe. My Poppa, a weak human, fainted dead, literally, when I was born. She said I was bad medicine, poison to the tribe. She locked me away until my hair turned white with these pink highlights. She said the human was coming out in me and cast me away on a small raft.

I may be poison but dang I'm cute as a button and this dress is, like, so me, doncha think? ~L*