
          The lake and its familiar tranquility. Saraina breathed in deeply, then pushed herself forward with her hands from her laid back posture and into a cross legged sitting on the dirt. Her long black hair sifted forward onto her pale cheeks as she did so. She tucked a strand of the hair that had fallen against her cheek behind her ear, causing the hair strand to flash waves of neon blue against it.
          That's how dark her hair was. So black that from time to time any light would catch it and it would shine bright blue. She was sure she had inherited this feature from her father, but he could always just wear his hair so short that no one would ever notice this in his hair. After a terrible outcome while attempting to get a cute bob cut for her elementary school class portrait many years ago, Saraina had never let another pair of scissors touch her tresses. The result was a black cape of hair that was almost down to her knees.
