Winterspell Part 1Her dress sparkled in the dying light as she danced; the snow fell in colours and patterns that made the experience feel like a dream. The shadows fell over her until she stepped into the light. Her eyes were a magnificent sea-green, her hair a pale brown. Her skin was pale, too. Her dress was made of a material no one recognised - except her. The fabric itself was snow, woven finely, and the embroidery was made of ice crystals. The embroidery climbed up the dress, accentuating the aura of authority this woman possessed.