Princess Friday has a toasty complexion,

That she accents with rings of rose gold, set with select bits of Dragon Opal. Smoke rises from the warm void in the rift between her lips.

A pearlescent dye coats her little toes and deciding fingertips. Dynamic jackal, her manic laughter is that of a long-thought wanderess.

Prone to spending her nights alone, still gifted with a casual openness…

She wonders many things of me, I only wonder why.