B-426: Zarg’s World, Downport, Restricted Environ, Prandial
He studies the cane for some long seconds, then turns his head slowly toward her, close to him now.
“Even more so now than it was when I purchased it, for you have helped me see it with fresh eyes.”
She is not looking at him when he turns; he will instead catch her profile.
Her face is alight with wonder, eyes shining, lips slightly parted, a delicate flush staining her cheeks.
When she turns, he will see that light in her eyes is quite genuine and her joy is totally unfeigned. Her eyes are not quite blue, not quite green but closer to grey; or possibly a mix of all three…
He has caught her in a moment of absolute truth and he will see that register on her face before she tucks it away and stands slightly apart from the chair.
She smells delightfully of peach blossoms and something earthier and harder to define.