| His noble bearing is obvious
even at a distance. He carries himself with a pride that just can’t
be posed. His beauty isn’t just skin deep, it seems to radiate from
some internal reserve. His elegant movements speak of a restrained
power. His dress is simple, a bleached white loose shirt, unlaced
below the neck, rough-tanned black leather pants, and knee boots. His
hair isn’t quite black, but a coal gray, and hangs perfectly straight to
several inches past his shoulders. His eyes are a light, dead gray,
nearly gleaming with his inner sorrow. A bluish white many-armed
sprite flutters about his head and shoulders. |
