Yep, you got it, Zanari was breathtakingly stunning. Her beauty hadn't dimmed over the years, and grace clung to her every movement, though the sinew of a warrior lay beneath the elegant poise. Her eyes were like molten lava, amber curling around liquid gold, similar to Yoa's.
And once again, Nova felt like a mouse. Absolutley tiny. Zanari was either a little bit taller than Aiyana or it was possibly because of the way she held herself. Unlike Raokan, her skin was smooth with the shimmering golden splodges just beneath her caramel skin, looking like artwork trailing down her right arm, stopping just beneath her right elbow.
Zanari's gaze softened when it fell on Nova, almost immediately recognising who Nova was and the tension that had built almost painfully between her shoulders released a little, offering her some comfort as she found her voice again.
