Redd's joke fell on deaf ears, everyone was far too worried of what just happened to laugh. He could only stare, because the figure in front of them carried a presence that made the hut feel smaller, as if the room had been built around her rather than the other way around.
Tull noticed it too, she was far too beautiful for this world. Far too pristine and elegant.
His suspicion sharpened immediately. Beauty like that didn't survive this world without reason. It wasn't admiration that held his gaze, it was appraisal, the same cold evaluation he'd give a blade that looked too perfect.
Her hair fell like darkness given shape, and her eyes were uncomfortably deep, the kind that made a person feel seen even when they wished not to be. Her pale skin looked almost fragile at first glance, yet it carried a vitality that contradicted the pallor, like she was untouched by sickness and hardship alike.
