"Silver, hi. Can you help me with something?" Emma asked, stepping lightly into the hallway where she spotted the tall, silver-haired woman moving with her usual silent grace.
Silver turned to her without pause, her expression flat and unreadable. "What is it?"
Emma didn't mind the curt tone. After all, she'd already seen Silver work in the kitchen, focused, efficient, quietly intimidating, and had silently admired how easily she carried herself.
Not beautiful in the traditional sense like Evelyn, or soft like herself, but strong. Like the face of a warrior in a storybook. Emma couldn't help but appreciate that.
"I'm looking for Evelyn."
"Library," Silver said simply.
Emma blinked. "Could you tell me how to get there?"
Silver nodded and gave a quick explanation. Emma listened carefully, thanked her with a warm smile, and turned to go.
