I feel odd writing this. Frankly I'm a shitty writer and I don't think I can do her justice.
When you meet this girl(if you ever have the pleasure) the first thing you see is that this girl is beautiful. Then she starts talking and you realize she's intelligent. When she keep talking you will notice her passion and her skill in arguing a point. As time passes you recognize her keen perception. When you’re in a funk you appreciate her kindness and sweetness. As you spend more time with her you will know she is deeply compassionate and humane. In other words she’s pretty great.

Oh yeah, one more thing, she’s got a smile that’ll knock your socks off.

Lorien comes in like a psychic typhoon. She floods the basement out of your subconcious, and the roof starts to leak in your super-ego. Suddenly your animus is an anima, your oedipus is a cassandra, and the whole thing's gone to hell in a hand basket. This is a surprising amount of fun. Then she leaves, and you realize how ragingly empty you are without her. Then she comes back. And it's all you've ever wanted.

Lorien has experienced firsthand the stereotype that a woman who's searingly cute must, of necessity, be searingly dumb. She's the walking evidence against that idea: in her, cuteness (beauty's younger, more whimsical counterpart) and intelligence meet. She's the moment when someone first conjoins iron and chromium and nickel to create an alloy far stronger than their combined strengths -- the alloy that makes the jet engine possible. Suddenly you've got worldwide air travel, people going so fast they beat time and have to coin a term like "jet lag." Passenger counts increase and terminals get larger. Lorien buys a ticket and boards her plane, humming to herself. The Queen of the Jet Era is soon to take off.