Her silver hair was cut short, framing a face that could have been beautiful if not for the stark, jagged scar that trailed across the left side. Starting just above her eyebrow, it carved a path down to the middle of her cheek, its presence a harsh contrast to her otherwise pale, smooth skin. Her eyes, bright and piercing blue, reflected the shimmer of fires like enchanted crystals.
Yet, it wasn't the scar or her strange attire that captured Lorelai's attention the most. It was the black fabric mask that obscured the lower half of her face. The material clung snugly to her nose and flowed down to cover her mouth and chin, attached securely behind her ears. The mask gave her an air of secrecy, a shadowy mystique that seemed almost out of place even in this already strange gathering.
