As the dance reached its peak, she rode the wind, weightless, yearning for the moon. Unseen, the curse whispered, summoning wind and thunder, and shattering her radiant robes. She fell through layers of murky cloud. Raising her eyes, she realized that the exiled immortal could no longer find that clear jade light of the soul.
Items (8)
Elegant
39
Fresh
32
Sweet
220
Sexy
111
Cool
33
