May those who follow their fate be granted happiness . . .

A lithe figure with wheat-colored hair and emerald eyes.

The air around them ripples with color; at their hip, some

sort of miniature instrument is hooked. A harp, or a lyre.

Maybe a flute.
From the way they smile, to each rainbow-colored nail,

to even their appearance, which is decidedly epicene --

they are another fool follower of Mestra, undoubtedly.

Toss them a coin?

. . . May those who defy it be granted glory.