Azni was still as voluptuous as Khan recalled, which the white robe that covered her completely did a poor job at hiding. Yet, she had lost any trace of the facial and spiritual immaturity that still existed in Khan's memory, becoming a proper and beautiful mature woman.
Time obviously was to blame for that, but Khan guessed Azni's maturity had two greater driving forces in the form of the terrifyingly cute children holding her hands.
The little boy and girl were incredibly similar, almost looking like twins. However, the latter was slightly taller than her brother, her glowing white eyes occasionally showing traces of mature awareness when they inspected the area.
Still, the similarities outnumbered the differences. Both children had long white hair, slender frames, and delicate facial features, so soft that Khan had to actively refrain from rushing forward to pinch their cheeks.
"You weren't lying, alright," Khan muttered.
