Mother, sister, or perhaps even a distant cousin. I hadn’t a clue. She was young, around my age. Her platinum hair was pulled back from her face, draped over her shoulder in a thick braid that glittered with little clear crystals. A few curls framed her angular face, grazing against her sharp jawline.She wore a form fitting tunic as light as her eyes, and white leather boots that reached her knee’s. Fur lined those boots and the collar of her tunic, as though she expected to step into an icy tundra but was met with the humid air of the surrounding forest.She was beautiful, in a way that all Fae were. Her eyes were a bit large, giving her that doe-eyed look, but there was a flash of intelligence in those glacier eyes. That flash told me she knew exactly who I was, and I briefly wondered what she might do with that information.She wore one of those laurel wreath’s that you see in Roman movies, only it wasn’t golden and there weren’
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