"I better enjoy it while it lasts, she thought to herself quietly, her eyes reflecting the clear blue of the sky with their own azure gaze to match. Soon the gentle breeze that wafted the tendrils of her white hair from her face would turn frosty with the coming of winter's cruel bite. Though Teir'Dal are not prone to suffer from the rigors of cold weather, this particular one had learned to hate even the slightest hint of chills down her spine, and passionately so."

Original: NFS.