Lovely young May stepped into the world new, and under watch. Her long blond tendrils softly framed her soft face. Her long legs lifted her up high enough she couldn't be missed. Standing before an empty castle of Brittony she wondered if she could make it home.

Crisp blue eyes explore the building if only it was possible. She could imagine dancing around wonderful halls of marble, and gold. Plush chairs to cushion her gentile frame. May remains looking over the castle playing out a future of happiness, and glee.

Shoulders gently rolling forward in foolish young laughter. She was in a trance of imagining her prince, and mighty blessings from around.