>The woman steps into full view, now. She has a large, imposing figure, but this is offset by the kindness that just seems to radiate from her. She's clothed in a dress covered in all kinds of color splashes; a big joyous panorama of color. And her hair; her hair is very long, reaching down past her waist. It's a very pale blond color, not terribly far from white. You do think that patch of hair there seems ever so slightly blueish, though... and there's an orange... red, purple, green... but so faint, you wonder if it's just your imagination.
>You've seen her before. You just know it. You can't remember where, though.
>Fear paralysis go!
>Should she actually spot us, shift from paralysis to flight, and make with the panicked running.
>Thankfully, she's facing the other way; at the W hall.
>There isn't any nagging in the back of your head anymore. Rather, it's more like yelling.