A soft ominous voce whistled in the air as if it were the wind itself. A beautiful figure approached them, materializing into the air as the particles flew to her gently shaping what looked to be a Goddess. A direct opposite of Death; with soft white hair that had an opal sheen. Her lean figure was graced with a low cut white dress that fit more like a robe as it flowed seemingly made of a thin sheet of snow. 