There the pale ghost resides, sitting in plain sight without fear within her in the least. The light hits her pale form, lingering within the waves of purity as it slides along her muscled bodice. The heiress is in a state of calm, one that she is rarely seen out of. This is shockingly for her life has not been the simplest. Perhaps that is why at this young age many see her as older, wiser than most. A breeze slithers from the breath of the gods, floating to her and caressing her gently, stroking her frame like a lover's caress. It is quiet here, so very still in the midst of the choas that reigns within her very mind. Those deep seafoam pools stare into the abysmal black, only one eye truly seeing the dark that she dares to think about entering. It is a weakness, that eye of hers. Then again, weaknesses only make one strong. The small stream beside her is the only noise that dwells from the dark. It dives into the cave before her, a makeshift path for only fools to follow.

Tempestas must be a fool.

The lady lifts from the rocky eathern floor, her slender frame rising like a powerful wave from the ground. She stands for a moment, and if one were to be watching her, they would think she was rethinking her decision. This is not the case though, the girl is merely relaxing her muscles for she had sat for a little while longer than she should have. It had been peaceful though, laying beside the smallest of streams as the mouth of the cave sang innocent whispers to her awaiting ears. Now, she was going to venture into it. Delicate paws lift from the ground moving across stones easily. Although blind in one eye, her movements were confident, paw steps so very sure. Her small journey into the cave in a elegant dance of sorts, like a ballerina gracefully tiptoing over glass. Within mere minutes, Tempestas' beautiful snow fallen coat is shrouded in darkness and the girl is now hidden from the evil spying of others.

Now, in the wake of black, the white empress pauses in her dance like movements. The little light that exists enters her retinas and her pupils absorb it. She can see now that the water has split into smaller sections, streaming to the deeper parts of the cavern. Tempestas finds her powerful jaws parting slowly, releasing a delicate yawn. It was a simple movement and yet it was elegant in many ways. She is not tired in the least, simply relaxed. Her muscles are loose, and eventaully her body lowers once more to the earth. The cool touch of the wet rocks are soothing to her stomach as she lays there, simply dreaming about the world.

ooc: sorry, didn't know how to end it!