She stood beside the glass railing of the suspended balcony, raising her hand to tidy the hair accessory disheveled by the wind. Her long hair flowed with the vigor of a blue sky, and her eyes seemed to be glaciers kissed by auroras.
The long dress, tailored from moon shadow silk, rippled with waves, and the silver thread-embroidered star-trail pattern flowed at the hem.
Like a cold and clear snow mountain spring.
She had been informed of all the procedures and ceremonies for tomorrow's ceremony. Everything had to be completed before the Continent Martial Arts Competition, which was somewhat rushed and did not need to be too grand.
