Cold, yet beautiful. Val looked up at the lady in the white flowing gown . she looked transparent, always flickering in and out of view, her ebony hair a curtain in front of her face, so Val couldn’t see any of her features. Yet she radiated a chilly beauty that even Val, at 12 years old could sense.

“Who are you?” Val breathed, pushing aside her brown ringlets of hair away from her face.

The lady was silent, a slight wind ruffling her hair, “do you not speak?” Val asked.

The lady tilted her head down to look Val in the eye, “it’s not a who, Valentina Everly, it’s a what,” her voice was wispy and quiet.

“You know my name,” was all Val could think to say.

“And you don’t know mine.” It wasn’t a question, it was a fact.

“Well you could tell me.”

The lady made a hissing noise that could of been laugh, “Imina, spirit of wind”

Vals mouth fell open and she blinked, just once, but when she opened her eyes again, the spirit was gone.