once upon a time, long long ago, there was a girl with fair skin and black hair.

she was the eldest of several daughters, and always the most curious one of the village, quiet but with an insatiable curiosity for adventure and knowledge, and the one who stood out among the rest, when ever a new arrival came to town.

It was then that a novel face, showed itself to the crowd,

different in that his very presence, gave chills to some and made the men of the village uncomfortable. nobody who had met the strange traveler, could put a finger on it.

Some time went on.

Eventually, this man asked the eldest girl, Emile, if she would like to visit and tour the outer country, as she was not like the others.

One morning, after the dawning of a new moon, they embarked together, leaving her familiar territory forever, the beginnings of a most fantastic adventure together in their twinkling yet not fully yet established nuances of a glorious yet naturally tempered full, yet still vegetative bloom. It would become a giantess of the psyche sooner than later, but for now, she was just happy to have a most curious and unique future ahead of her.

He was equally grateful, for none of the population where he grew up, had any knowledge of this long ago castigated society which lived far on the outskirts of any possibly imagined civilization. Literally outside the ice wall, these people had never even heard of, even in stories of fairies and of fables, this far away yet terrestrial land.

The sky was the limit, well the top of it , anyways, and new beginnings had sprung, for and of which both were terribly excited, although instead of the typical gloom, it was sheer delicate exultation of both circumstance and the formative establishment. As it were, few others would ever understand..

(and yes , I just made this up on the fly.)