Isis reached with a rubber band in her hand as she pulled up her drenched hair to wring it, showing off her pointy ears. It wasn’t until she turned to the side that I could see her wide, dark brown eyes. Like dark globes with bushes lashes that showed the tiny bits of mascara she attempted to put on, I smiled. She had a doe-like beauty to her, her eyes always giving her a startled look and her pointy sharp teeth that could be seen when she just barely kept her mouth open.
