Hands Of Gold

Though she always dove deep into her passion when she practiced it, Karine allowed little to slip past her, especially the presence of company. A strange, albeit harmless-sounding voice, graced sensitive velvet ears, bringing her to a seamless pause and her gaze upward to meet that of a male some ways away. His dark colors and bright green eyes were nearly enough to get a rise out of her, but she managed neither to flinch nor bristle. Instead, she needed only a moment more to feel assured that he shared no connections with her brother. He shared little semblance with Aleksandr beyond those two traits, and already she could sense a vastly different demeanor about him.

Karine processed all this in the time it took for her to lift her head and present to him her half-scarred face, offering him a subtle smile and a shallow dip of her skull. "Good afternoon," she replied, not uninvitingly, though there was a slight question to it as she wondered what he might need, if anything.

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