The Dragon Court's makeup was extremely simple, without the powders and rouge of the Western Continent; they only brushed a thumb-sized streak of red plant pigment at the corner of her eyes, making her gaze look bright.
On her naturally fair, smooth skin, all those so‑called emeralds and agates were nothing but embellishments; what could truly be called gemstones were perhaps not those dead objects, but Moli's pair of blue eyes.
This pale gold outfit was precisely what the Dragon Court priests wore, but because of her overly generous bosom, the necklace hanging at her neck rose and fell as though struggling over mountain ridges, and those gleaming metal ornaments reflecting the light made Fisher unable to tear his gaze away.
Moli slipped in quietly, still not forgetting to look left and right; with one glance she saw the Little Dragon People child Kael, craning her neck expectantly in the middle of the room.
"Kael, you're here too..."
"Lady Moli."
