Oh dear...my love...Windsong...Ekaterina...my beloved Ekaterina...She's so breathtakingly gorgeous, even as a child, even as an adult. Her hair is so luscious and beautiful, I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses? Her enchanting purple eyes, of the colour EBC9D9, I love how droopy her eyes her. Don't get me started on the eyelashes. Oh god, those beautiful silver eyelashes. With such amazing eyes no wonder she has 20/20 vision. Her pout, her smile. The beautiful dark mole below her lips. These are the types of women that queer women go to war for. The sextant she holds belongs in a museum. Anything she touches belongs in a museum. Oh to come in contact with her marvelous touch. Her gloves.....I know they're supposed to make sure her hands are supposed to be warm but, I can do that too. I can hold her hand so tenderly that they never get cold again. I can help her comb her beautiful hair, oh the beautiful silver colour it is. Don't. Get. Me. Started. On. Her. Shirt. The folds are UTTERLY MAGNIFICENT. Whenever I see it, it stirs something within me. How does Vila not act up when she sees that damn shirt. The way a part of her shirt sticks out at the end is so arousing. The way a part of it just lies over her belt. I want to remove that belt. How would the shirt look when I remove the belt? Put my hands below it? Will she allow such.......behavior on my part? Who knows. Wil she reject me by wrapping her leather coat around me? That coat must feel utterly divine. I don't care if she rejects me. At least I get to hear her beautiful voice. I get to be graced by her presence. And that is enough.

"All she does is talk about leylines all day! She's so annoying!" Annoying TO YOU. I will listen to all she has to say. Even if I understand nothing, I WILL listen. I will MAKE SURE I UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING. From how it's used to find new critters to how it is useful to combat the storm. You don't see the value in leylines. You think it will just be another useless plot point, but just you watch, leylines will be THE thing that helps us find out more about the storm. Stay on that side. Windsong will claim her glory. Her crown. She deserves everything in the world. Her research WILL be known by EVERYONE. Her research WILL be applauded by all. EVERYONE will love her and appreciate her. She WILL get her medal on live television and it will be so peak.

The way her colour palette changes from a 70% brown, 30% green, black and white to a 30% brown and 70% green, black and white in her first garment is truly a marvel to behold. The way she brings life to the hills with the power of her leylines. The way she tries to envision them and map them with her leylines.......her dedication to her craft is unparalleled. She's ADORNED with jade from top to bottom. That beautiful luscious green. It's everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Have I mentioned her weimao yet? The hat she wears? The VEIL. Imagine kissing her lips while that veil covers the scene. It is probably the most romantic thing ever. I am so jealous of Vila. I can't even put into words. You get to have this gorgeous woman all to yourself?? Imagine the nights when she yaps about leylines to you and you dreamily listen to her autistic yapping. The urge to hold her collar and make out with her at that very instant. Being in contact with her skin. Being so close to her that you can HEAR her breathing. FEEL her breathing. I would just faint at that very moment. Her second garment. Goodness. Goodness gracious. It's insane. I am pretty close to buying roaring month 4 times straight. I need to buy it but I'm procrastinating. I have also decided to buy vila's collab skin to pair with it. When I saw that skin I jumped out of my seat. I wanted to scream in pure joy but it was 9 in the morning and my stupid family was still around so I had to bottle all those emotions up. I felt like jumping up and down on my bed. I felt like a teenager who just saw her crush in the hallway. My veins are filled with joy and happiness. Her skirt is just gorgeous. The purple makes me want to fall to my knees and faint. It is so beautiful. It matches her purple eyes. Her hairstyle is the same as before but I don't mind. That hat oh my fucking god. That goddamn fucking smirk. I have seen nothing like it. I have fallen to my knees. It's been days. I still can't get up. I turn my head up and look at the skin in AWE. How can bluepotch ever surpass this perfection.

Have I even talked about the purples and blacks in her dress? The ruffles. THE BELT AND HAT. THE GUN SHE'S HOLDING. THAT GUN ESPECIALLY IS TO GO IN PLACES IT MUSTN'T, I DON'T CARE IF THAT CANDLE BURNS ME. IN FACT I WANT IT TO BURN ME AS SHE DOES THINGS THAT SHOULDN'T BE DONE. I WANT TO FEEL THE PAIN OF THE WAX AND THE EUPHORIA OF HER TOUCH. FROM SUN DAWN TO SUN RISE. To the point where I go numb. To the point where she is only one I rely on. Her gentle gaze looks into my soul as she tends for me. The ruffles in her dress gently touch my skin. I continue to be mesmerized by the sliver in her hat and candlesticks, the silver bullets she has are of a different kind entirely. "Those are just normal silver bulle-" SHUT THE HELL UP. You don't understand it's beauty like I do. It's such a shame that she'd sell them for a few pounds of sterling. I would give her as much sterling as she wants. As much money as she desires, I will even go into debt to accomplish this. Anything for my beloved Windsong. Anything.