Wraith

She lives in the woods, a stranger to the passing of time. If you were to come upon her, you would say she is nine. In reality a thousand years have gone. Though she saw the fall of kingdoms and witnessed the rise of strife, her favorite pass time is talking to spirits, petting her dog and sitting in the twilight.

She loves to grow her graden. Her favorite tea is chamomile. Her eyes are black as soot. But to see into them would be to see the truest soul. Half alive, half dead she is everything and more.