Introduction
She sings and chatters to herself in a soft, graceful tongue, looking around at the Mansion with her eyes wide with pleasure. The windows elicit even more bubbling and her hands explore everything incessantly.
She is a tiny creature, perhaps four feet, or a little more; slender, delicate, exquisitely beautiful, and dressed in cloth of gold. Her language is foreign, her eyes are bright, and although it might not be readily apparent, she is full-grown; she only seems like a child.
Typist: Weena! From H. G. Wells' Time Machine. ^__^
She is a tiny creature, perhaps four feet, or a little more; slender, delicate, exquisitely beautiful, and dressed in cloth of gold. Her language is foreign, her eyes are bright, and although it might not be readily apparent, she is full-grown; she only seems like a child.
Typist: Weena! From H. G. Wells' Time Machine. ^__^