[i]The soft and gentle clapping of hands came from a tall woman in the crowd before the cowboy. She stood at precisely seven feet, making her tower above the crowd with a wide and impressed smile. Her skin was a light blue, and her lengthy hear the purest of white. Her face was rather.. pretty, with its high, shallow cheekbones and soft, feminine jawline. Her chin had a very soft curve, and her nose was small and perky. The woman's irises were a fiery orange, and the sclera a midnight black. The smurf's attire was simple: a blacks shawl was around her neck, hiding a nasty cut from sight. On her torso, she wore a simple, plain, mother white, and loose-fitting T-shirt, though her.. ahem, assets were still very visible. Jesus, I'm making myself cringe. Below the shirt was a bright pink skirt that reached to her knees, the rim being frilly and decorated. And, finally, on her feet were a pair of white sneakers with storm grey socks. [/i] "That was very impressive," [i]She said with a voice as clear as crystal, and as gentle as a loving mother. [/i]