She nodded and pushed back the cloak hood as she started to walk over. She was pale and too thin, with an angular face that would be fascinating when she hit adulthood, but was just awkward on a child. Her blond hair was in the falling apart remnants of ridiculous sausage curls that indicated some care. Unlike the rest of her.

Under her eyes were dark bruised circles, her wrists when the poked out of the cloak showed bruising, her arms were almost painfully thin.

But as she got close what drew attention was her deep sapphire eyes. They looked like a thin blue covering over and endless drop into darkness and storms. They were ageless eyes, timeless eyes, dangerous eyes, not the eyes of a child, and they left one chilled as they swept over a person. She studied him with those eyes as she walked, as though she were reading him down to the marrow in his bones.