"She lived in a
castle with birds flying about, day and night, carrying their music in from the
surrounding mountains.  She was not a
frail, milk-skinned princess as most were won't to think princesses should be.  The mountain air had seeped into her bones
from the time she was a little child, feeding her with a love for wild things:
a wolf’s howl on the full moon, a Lark’s song on a summer