"Faye, I heard you met him. What is he like? Is he handsome, drop-dead gorgeous, or ugly?" an ecstatic young maiden asked, clinging to the arm of a particular redhead whom everyone looked at with eyes full of reverence.
She was walking through a garden, two swords sheathed on her back, clad in form-fitting leather armour that appeared more stylish than functional.
"Laura, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop obsessing over boys. They're not worth it," Faye, the redhead, said before lifting the young girl, who seemed like her sister.
She had silver hair and golden eyes, and looking into them felt like peering deep into one's soul.
"You're wicked, sister. I never see his face in my visions, so I don't know whether he's drop-dead gorgeous or not. The least you can do is tell me what he looks like," Laura said with a pout.
Faye glanced at the troublemaker, the oracle of the Asura race, and sighed.
