What became of the lady in black? Who scrawled her name in ruby red lipstick all over the mirror in the moonlight? The lady who was to become a woman within, her sleek black body suit and modest crop disguising a deep, hidden beauty. Her eyes are alluring in the shadows, but she has been banished from grace. By dark, she will charm all who became her. Touch her then. x x x

​My name is Hayda Loral, Queen of the Lorallian and alchemical initiate of ether. I felt that the time was ripe for me to put word to type and to share all of my darkest secrets and desires. 2012 has marked a transition period for me. It has been a year of change, of fruitful development and amazing experiences. Now that our plans for Paris are peach fully in motion, I have decided to reflect this in my hairstyle. You may notice that my hair is a lot shorter now. Gone are the locks that once weighed me down. The shawning of my hair symbolises a reduction in my personality to the most simple, practical and elegant aspect to my looks. It represents a transition in my life from glorified goddess to a woman who means business. 

My son, Daniel, is no longer a boy - he has begun his journey to becoming a young man. He reminds me of my own experiences, looking through the rosy red spectacles of reconnaissance to my formative years as an adolescent girl at the College des Sirènes. Gone were the pigtail plaits. Instead, I cultivated a harshly razored bob, as was the style in the late eighties. My daughter, on the other hand, is growing into a charming young girl.