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Villager: Ash

When you first meet her, you're sure you've met a fairy, graceful and ethereal and so, so beautiful. She's tall and soft and plump, pale skin like snow and jet black hair framing a lovely, round face. Her skin is cold- soft, so pale and fragile when she takes your hand. It feels like velvet, like water flowing between your fingers. It takes your breath away.

When she greets you, her voice sounds like crackling ice, clear as light. She laughs and you hear bells, want to make her laugh again. Want to hear that sound again, and again and again for all of eternity. You're sure it's all you'd need to be happy.

You swear you can see wings, shimmering against her back, fluttering brightly, - cracked - lovely, magical, not-quite-there. Framing her ethereal beauty. She must be, she must -

Her smile is sharp- breathtaking, white teeth (sharp) against white lips, big (and bigger, and bigger, stretching her face impossibly wide) and overwhelming and you want nothing but to kiss it until your lips are red and bloody- red.

You can't see her eyes - lovely, lovely, lovely eyes
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When you first meet her, you're sure you've met a fairy, graceful and ethereal and so, so deadly.