Ferris Nottingblume
Her hair was wispy and white today, falling down her back, just short of her hips. It was a mess of curls, braided with gull feathers, wooden beads, and other little trinkets. She wore a white, patchwork skirt that fell to the ground in the back- yet barely reached mid-thigh in front, a tight long sleeved white shirt and over that a very tight creme-coloed corset that barely contained her bust. That was just how Ferris was. Her socks were striped grey and white, coming up to her thighs, and lastly she wore tall grey-healed boots with buttens all the way up the side.
She ran quickly- leaping and bounding across the ship until she came to the mast. She threw herself at it, climbing the rope beside it until she found herself at the first sail. From there she would jump to the next rope and then the next, climbing higher and higher. Her hands burned- but she didn't care. She wanted to see land.
She balanced up there, holding on to the very tippy-top where she sat on her toes.
She grinned- there it was! "LOOK!" she screamed happily "Look!"
