Triane was a sprite born of day and abused by the night. She'd learned to manipulate the moonlight and click on the stars to brighten her laugh, to soften her voice to a likeable shadow of reality.

She painted her face with a roller dipped in sunshine because she liked the way it made her glow. She ate tofu and vegetables and hid Hershey Kisses in a big jar in the cabinet over the refrigerator for the days when the celery and carrots let her down as they tend to do.

She wore clothes that clung like saran wrap with the transparency of shale. Triane was slightly odd; a conflict of contrasts as most people are.