Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 20 lustre of her hair. Interwoven with delicate silver braiding the long mane trailed over the bed's edge, creating in Eisner's mind the impression of a bloody waterfall, momentarily frozen in place. Tilted slightly upwards and toward the watchers her face had the fine boned, aristocratic features, almond-shaped eyes and acutely slanted eyebrows that were the norm for her race. Closed at first, her slightly larger than human eyes flickered open as the observation continued. Like the sky over the ocean on a Winter's day, Eisner thought, feeling as if the prisoner were looking at him directly. Although he knew that could not be the case. Besides which, her gaze was sad and sleepy, quite unlike the sharply perceptive, predatory look he'd seen from other Fey. "Lovely. Quite lovely," The direct ...
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