She fled the blandness of mainstream NYC for the depth of the Chinese countryside. Tasha embodies the resilience of femme power, never once sacrificing style nor sensuality as her journey unfolds.
Always craving the lights of the big city. Pinks! Purples! Yellows and Blues! She knew in her heart that someday she too would sparkle and glow in the lime light!
Often wonders what was outside her window. She fantasizes that someday she will leave her filled room to greet the unknown. What awaits her? Her heart aches with desire to satisfy her searing lust to see the world.
The soul of the vikings coursing through her veins. The land of fire and ice, ancient ruins, puffins and small but mighty horses that carried the vikings for hundreds of years. She could feel their determination and love for the land she stands upon as did her ancestors so long ago.
She doesn’t mind what they say. She prefers being in the fields alone, with the raven, her only friend, than in company of her annoying brothers and sisters.
She enters the misty mercurial forest. She’s here to pay homage to the spirit of wolves, their haunting howls in the night begging, now demanding her attention. She readily obeys as she walks out into the misty twilight.