Her voice was shaky, like someone who had just finished crying. Still, it possessed an ethereal presence that almost swallowed him in its essence. He could tell that she was not a human; she certainly did not look like one.
This woman was definitely a goddess by the way she moved gracefully, as though her feet never touched the ground. What he couldn't tell was what she was the goddess of!
She moved towards the window, the night breeze causing her flawless silver hair to flutter lightly as she took a deep breath. There was no smile on her face, and the tears still clung desperately to her cornea.
"What do you mean you have the right room?" Jacob said, looking at her with a straight expression on his face. He no longer was shocked, as it seemed that this woman posed no harmful intent towards him. In fact, she looked sad, rather than as though she had come to fight.
