Black eyes stared at her out of a pale-skinned face framed by dark curly hair. Yellowish light gilded long eyelashes, which blinked. Moisture glistened on dark lips, slightly parted. God, he was so much like her.
His feet slapped on a smooth floor. Freezing air stung through his tunic.
A dim light on the other side of the room reflected in the smooth surface of a table top or a bench. In one corner stood a shallow metal dish, some instruments protruding over the edge. A man busied himself in the corner under the light, pulling on smooth gloves that reached to his elbows.
A slight figure dressed in white approached from near the frost-covered window. The silver embroidery of the Mirani emblem glittered on his chest. His uniform was adorned with so many other coloured and glittering marki
