Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
I have never abided much by rules. I'm a free-thinker, a risk-taker. A rebel some might say. Mum always liked to blame Dad. Of course, I've never met the man myself. Mum said he was great, and powerful. That I take after him in that way.
But then, I'd been born different. How different, you might ask? Well, you see, I have a third eye. Right there, in the middle if my forehead. And I can see, well, everything. Ok, not everything, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But just about.
That's how I got my name. Because of who I am. But today, who I am is just a girl. A girl who is very intrigued by this offer of a land with no rules, with no grown ups. Now thatif something I could get into. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it first.
I am gracious and graceful in my approach (don't ask, it just comes naturally, apparently. Courtesy of my father, or so says my mum). I smile before introducing myself. ”Hello lovelies. I'm Giohde. I have to say, what a marvelous idea.”
And it really is. I can already tell, these will be my people. And I will love them dearly.
Giohde