She changes as I grow and change. (:
Modeled after a gray fox.
Brown for my hair.
Eyes like mine.
Gryffindor scarf because we're Gryffindors.
Wing-like back marking to signify hope, after Emily Dickenson's poem.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
