After tidying myself up, I glanced at my emaciated image in the reflection of the river. The long silky black hair neatly hung down the middle of my back, framing it in a seductive manner. My porcelain skin held no imperfections except for the faded dark circles under my eyes. The symmetrical androgynous face stared back at me. My attention was drawn to the eyes that drooped slightly, giving off a coy appearance.
The inky eyes staring back at me were as dark as night filled with only emptiness.
Who are you?
I turned away from the reflection and stood up. I fixed the stitched robe that hung loosely on me without expression. I returned back to Sylvia who had finished cooking edible plants she had found specifically for me. I noticed blood on the hem of her cloak and gave her a knowing look.
She explained, "There was a corpse nearby. I took care of it."
I nodded and sat down. "Thank you." I tried to sound gracious, but my voice turned sarcastic instead.
