Thalina's eyes widened as she took in the woman before her. She was an intriguing sight.
The woman's skin was a rich shade of purple, a striking contrast to Zorath's blue hue. She had a regal aura, but it wasn't her looks that commanded attention—it was her jewelry.
Good Lord, Thalina thought, if there's one thing Zorath's mother excels at, it's accessorizing.
She wore so much jewelry that it was almost a wonder she didn't collapse under the weight of it.
Bangles clinked on her wrists, rings adorned every finger, and a necklace glittered across her chest like a constellation.
The jewelry wasn't just for show; it was ordained, deliberately chosen to make her stand out.
Thalina couldn't help but stare. She had seen alien adornments before, but this was something else entirely.
