Upon her command, Eida had requested to shed her cloak in the protective shadow of the house and Estrellir had agreed. The Symenestra seemed rather sensitive and fragile, body thin and bony under all the fabric, blinking against the sunlight. Once inside, she would be able to continue her interview in the relative privacy of the lounge. The cloak was thrown over the next armchair.
Eida stood taller than the Konti, no surprise, but combined with her thin and boyish built it became a significant detail. She shared many physical traits with her mistress, although everything that was pearl and ivory with Estrellir became ash and cobwebs with her. Although smooth, her skin seemed withered like a flower that had been white once. Her hair hung pale and in soft waves, framing a narrow face and fading before intense amethyst eyes. Those orbs seemed to hold an entire world of their own – as if a starry sky was reflected in them at all times, a feature only visible to spectators, but not known to their owner.
Remarkable eyes, Estrellir noted and moved on. As far as proportions went, her legs and arms appeared to be longer than usual. Where the Konti had delicate nails, the Symenestra featured pitch-black claws that felt hard and sharp to the touch. Estrellir didn’t feel like testing how sharp.
After circling her once again, Estrellir concluded the physical examination and gestured for Eida to retrieve her cloak. A few questions revealed that, indeed, her vision was better in the dark and worse under Syna, and she climbed walls due to fine hooks that extended from her fingertips and the soles of her feet.
Estrellir didn’t ask for a demonstration simply because she didn’t want to attract attention investigating a strange case. She’d heard similar rumors from various sources. As a true Kenashian, she knew rumors and gossip typically stemmed from a grain of truth. Since she couldn’t think of any other questions, she thanked the slave briefly and sent her back to work.
Violet eyes followed her motions until she bent down over the flowers and began picking weeds. Surely a widow’s unique physical properties could be used for other purposes, but she guessed Eida had had no training in any profession. Lorenzo or her sister had simply assigned her to do simple and harmless work so she could get used to plantation life and learn the rules first. Estrellir wondered if that one had a career ahead of her or would perish in a matter of years. With the fragility of her race, it was hard to say, yet worth watching.
Wiping dusty hands at her pants, Estrellir called for someone to ready a carriage and ride her back to the city proper. During the next step, she’d compare results with Mell and look for other sources of information.
Eida stood taller than the Konti, no surprise, but combined with her thin and boyish built it became a significant detail. She shared many physical traits with her mistress, although everything that was pearl and ivory with Estrellir became ash and cobwebs with her. Although smooth, her skin seemed withered like a flower that had been white once. Her hair hung pale and in soft waves, framing a narrow face and fading before intense amethyst eyes. Those orbs seemed to hold an entire world of their own – as if a starry sky was reflected in them at all times, a feature only visible to spectators, but not known to their owner.
Remarkable eyes, Estrellir noted and moved on. As far as proportions went, her legs and arms appeared to be longer than usual. Where the Konti had delicate nails, the Symenestra featured pitch-black claws that felt hard and sharp to the touch. Estrellir didn’t feel like testing how sharp.
After circling her once again, Estrellir concluded the physical examination and gestured for Eida to retrieve her cloak. A few questions revealed that, indeed, her vision was better in the dark and worse under Syna, and she climbed walls due to fine hooks that extended from her fingertips and the soles of her feet.
Estrellir didn’t ask for a demonstration simply because she didn’t want to attract attention investigating a strange case. She’d heard similar rumors from various sources. As a true Kenashian, she knew rumors and gossip typically stemmed from a grain of truth. Since she couldn’t think of any other questions, she thanked the slave briefly and sent her back to work.
Violet eyes followed her motions until she bent down over the flowers and began picking weeds. Surely a widow’s unique physical properties could be used for other purposes, but she guessed Eida had had no training in any profession. Lorenzo or her sister had simply assigned her to do simple and harmless work so she could get used to plantation life and learn the rules first. Estrellir wondered if that one had a career ahead of her or would perish in a matter of years. With the fragility of her race, it was hard to say, yet worth watching.
Wiping dusty hands at her pants, Estrellir called for someone to ready a carriage and ride her back to the city proper. During the next step, she’d compare results with Mell and look for other sources of information.
