He watches her from the shadows for a long time, drawn by the quiet susurration of her thoughts. And she is beautiful, he thinks. A pale beauty, suited to ice and snow of the northern lands.
He lets his thoughts mingle with hers, until the shadows deepening around her seem comforting. Only then does he make himself know.
A gentleman appears, holding a book open in his palm, finger scanning the page. He is tall, his features regal and aquiline. His high brow belies the long dark hair spilling down his back. His garb is anachronistic, a black coat embroidered with silver and gold leaves, the collar buttoned high under his chin. He could have stepped out of the court of Peter the Great.
He looks up to meet Val's eyes and dips his chin in greeting.
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He lets his thoughts mingle with hers, until the shadows deepening around her seem comforting. Only then does he make himself know.
A gentleman appears, holding a book open in his palm, finger scanning the page. He is tall, his features regal and aquiline. His high brow belies the long dark hair spilling down his back. His garb is anachronistic, a black coat embroidered with silver and gold leaves, the collar buttoned high under his chin. He could have stepped out of the court of Peter the Great.
He looks up to meet Val's eyes and dips his chin in greeting.