Kaira rolled her shoulders, her muscles tight and painful. Her bright yellow eyes watched the butterflies, the flowers, the trees, the sun... everything beautiful she spotted. Her hair was chopped short, a deep, calming black that sparkled in the light. She certainly looked a bit younger then her real age of 18, leaving her shorter then most high school students and nearly the same height as elementary kids. It didn't help that her outfit looked like it was made for children. A black tank top with a kitty eating ramen on it and a pair of pants with flowers on her left pocket in the back. Her mother still treated her like a child until she graduated, and she would soon.