Unlucky

About one of my characters Fortuna.

She looked at me-

painfully thin, though she ate

like she was on a death row.

Her hair was the colour of milk chocolate

Cascading, down, like

a waterfall

Over her back.

Her eyes were piercing

And extremely unsettling

Not to mention hetochromic-

one neon (almost glowing)

purple, the other

deep, deep plum.

She wore warm

Traveling clothes,

In shades of indigo.

Across her 

chest

A plain black leather travel bag.

She wasn't from here-obviously,

She came from inside the Forest.

Nobody comes from inside the Forest.

She studied me, her eyes sparkling

With intelligence. Or maybe tears. What's the difference?

A spray of cute freckles made it's way across the bridge

Of her nose, unfitting for her guarded ezpression

And menacing pose.

She raises her hand, palm up

And a thin snake of Darke magic snaked up from it, 

Aiming at me and hissing.

"Who are you?" Her calm question.

"I don't know,"

My honest answer.