Diane Lynn McGyver

A radiant glow enveloped Alaura. Soft eruptions of various shades of effervescent green danced in the air and frolicked in the locks of her dark blonde hair. Whispers of yellows and blues revealed themselves near the skin, kissing the air with each leap.

I won__ have you calling me Miss Tuttle. That__ what the doc calls me. And the lady at the bank. One takes my temperature and the other my money. Friends don__ take anything__hey give.