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Beautiful. 

That was Huā's first thought when she spotted the stranger down just a ways, playing games with death considering her closeness to the drop. A gentle little thing (not unlike Huā herself,) bearing lavender eyes that became clearer as the empress comfortably closed the distance between them. And the setting sun, which framed her, making her glow with her own ethereal light- yeah, Huā definitely wasn't straight. 

Greetings, She called out amiably as she halted some yards off, tail wagging slowly. How pleasant it would be, she thought, to meet a kind and intelligent stranger, after the headache that was the saints.