The pattern swirled across lovingly in a gentle way, it's spikes of blue encrusted in white sparkled in the soft moonlight. It had been long since the word beautiful came to Reyna's mind when she thought of her back. Instead of the jarring scars she was used to Reyna was met with a beautiful snowflake that spread out across her back.
So that was what Orah had been doing after she instructed Reyna to lie with her head facibg down. Reyna had since loss all feeling from her back and hadn't felt it being drawn. The snowflake was so close to the real thing that Reyna expected to shiver as she touched it. A skin colored paint hid the rest of her scars and not a single spot of charred skin could be seen.
