Okay. I used Taylor Swift as a model for Kiera's pose and facial structure XD
If you mind reading the wall of text I'm going to paste here, you'll understand the wole pic way better.
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No matter what you tell me, it won't make me like the other fairies.
No, no, I ain't no dark faerie. You got me so totally wrong. But everyone around just seems to love making everything go wrong for me: first, it was my parents. Another thing I forgot to mention that I hate - my eyes. Ice blue, as my mother's. Ice as the gift I inherited from her. But it was the only gift she ever gave me, apart from life and the occasional beating. She was young when I was born, very young, only a teenager. She hated me for ruining her life - she was kicked off the clan, whose rules were pretty clear on that time. Thankfully, nowadays the Dusk Tribe is more tolerant. But one side of me can't blame her for hating me. I did destroy her existence.

On the other hand, she was a jerk.

And my father wasn't any better. My long, wavy blond hair is his courtesy, and I shiver every time I look at the fair locks. They remind me so much of him. Every time he made himself the insalubrious mix of acorn liqueur, pure alcohol and syrup, I was sure to wake up next morning with some sore spots where his fists had hit too hard my children body, creating purple and crimson spots the size of an apple all through my skin. And, one day, he pulled too hard the silky and transparent membrane of my dragonfly-like wing. The top left one... I ran my fingers through the harsh zigzag cut on the translucent membrane. It still hurt to fly, I would never reach the speed of other fairies, even though six years had passed since then. Yes, I was twelve at that time, but I would never forget it.
So I guess the Dusk Tribe did have a reason to kick my father off. He was a jerk too.
But hey, look, the cool and nice and friendly Dusk fairies accepted me back as soon as I was old enough to run away, when I was fourteen. But the cool and nice and friendly fairies were never much cool and nice and friendly towards me. They always treat me as something cursed, they pretend I'm not there and look away from me. My powers are quite useless: normally, the Winter itself takes charge of ice, and in Summer I'm not going to simply create ice cubes to refresh their drinks. So I am kind of useless, a stranger amongst my own tribe.

Of course, Dawn Tribe isn't any better. I'm a nocturnal fairy and I have no way to destroy my origins. And even if I could, I wouldn't want to mix with the daylight brutes. Won't try to hide that I hate them as much as Marie - our Tribe Leader. Ah, okay, I did lie about the 'I-have-no-friends' thing. Me and Maria did get along well, actually, she was the closest person to a friend I had. But at times I feel too lonely, for my heart isn't completely made of ice.How I wish I'd have some more friends... How I wish I'd been born from a normal fairy couple, and been raised as a normal fairy girl...
But would I still be Kiera Masi'tyl?

Only then I noticed Maria calling me, trying to wake me up. Yeah - I was already awake. With my eyes closed, breathing regularly like on my sleep, but awake. So I got up, saluting her with a nod. "G'night, milady Hooley." I yawned, only now feeling slightly sleepy. I shook my wings, which were crumpled since I had been laying over them for all that time, and quickly put on my favourite outfit: the grayish-blue wavy tunic, soft as silk and light as foam, and the leather short leggings that allowed me to do any sort of flight acrobatics. That is, if I ignored the sore wing. I was slender, and I guess my height was average, on the shorter side. My body was muscled and strong, fit for hunting on the dark woods. I also strapped my silver hunt knife to my belt. These days you never know what might happen, even inside your own Tribe. Trust no one, that has always been my motto and it won't change any soon.
I stood up, walking to the entrance of the cave that sheltered us from sunlight, rain, snow, cold and wind. The moon was high, gleaming in silver rays as a large medal lost amid the ghostly clouds. As all Dusk fairies, I felt my energy on its biggest point, and grimaced bitterly. I was truly a nocturnal creature, even though my powers weren't bound with the darkness. From my mouth emerged a puff of misty vapor, and I spoke softly a couple of ice-words, watching as the condensate droplets of water solidified in a fine ice powder that shimmered through the air until it fell to the ground. I whispered another short sentence to the ice and watched the spiky and swirly patterns it created in the forest soil. Truly beautiful. I felt my energy grow at the mere sight of the pure, watery crystals. The air was vibrating with the strong scent of freshly ground mint leaves and pine needles, the scent that always spreaded when I played with the ice.

I was ready for whatever that night had prepared for me.
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Kiera nodded, absorbed on her own thoughts, her fingers running swiftly through her fair hair, braiding it almost instantaneously. She walked to Marie's side; she didn't like particularly to fly, since her wing hurt so much whenever she did so. She glanced back at the sleeping Dusk fairies, and as she joined her leader, she couldn't help the tight feeling on her heart, like there was a huge hand pressing it. As she nodded to Marie, her wings beginning to beat fast, so did her heart, thumping against her chest. She'd like to tell it to shut up, to destroy that feeling. She knew its name more than well, the dreaded name she did not dare to think of. Because she knew well that, beneath William's sarcasm and illusions, there was somebody else. Somebody she lov...

"Come on now Kiera, we don;t have all day."
Forget, she told herself, and faced Marie.
"We're heading to the pond, right?" she asked, and without waiting for the response she took that direction. Kiera smirked, feeling the muscle that moved her wings pound with a strange dormancy. First, it was like that. Some minutes later, pain would come. But by now she tried to enjoy the flight, even if it was difficult when knowing it was some sort of self-inflicted torture.
'Well, not exactly', Kiera thought bitterly. It was her father's fault. She sighed, while she gained speed through the forest, easily avoiding the trees. She whispered distractedly a couple of ice-words, and small droplets of water that were dripping from the pine trees' needles solidified immediately, caught in their fall. There they floated, ice beads decorating the forest air, for only some seconds, before Kiera went on and the spell was broken, her influence no more sustaining them from gravity's effects. She waited for Marie, her thoughts still lost away, her long braid dangling freely on her back. She smirked when a flash of pain slashed through her dragonfly-like wing, and she let herself rest for a moment on a pine tree's branch, ignoring the prickly needles that spiked against her back. The small nervures that irrigated the wing were tainted in slight red around the cut, as always. She sighed. How could she think she'd be useful for something if she couldn't even handle a short flight?

Kiera's mood hardened like water turning into ice. She felt awoken, as the pain was reduced and finally extincted. The few stars that gleamed up above, visible through the maze of branches and needles, made her feel much different. Not exactly better - only different, stronger, braver. She stood up and launched from the branch she had been resting on for some moments, and dived onto the night below, following Marie to the pond. Her wings hurt slightly from the dive, and she knew it would cost her a reduced flight time. But she felt the need to do what all other fairies did, so she didn't care much about it. New droplets shone like tiny diamonds suspended from invisible threads that connected to the night sky as she raced, feeling the wind whizzing on her ears, and finally reached Marie. She slowed down a bit, and a small but genuine smile opened on her face for the first time that night, as she stared into the darkness ahead.

The pine trees were replaced by oak and plane trees, the leaves falling softly all around them. Kiera saw the soft gleam of the pond growing nearer as they approached. She didn't exactly like to be that close to Dawn Tribe's territory, actually, she didn't like the idea of having to enter it whenever they needed water, since Dusk's side was so dry. She stood straight in flight, ignoring the pounding on the base of her wing, her best "I-am-better-than-any-daylight-brute" expression showing up. She had imitated it from Marie, learning her ways of thought when she arrived at the Tribe.