Book Eight: Full Circle
I squinched up my nose at the layer of makeup on my eyelids and tried to decide if it made me look pretty or like I worked a corner. It was a quick decision to whip out a cleanser cloth and attack the offending glitter with gusto.
It wasn't helping I had an audience. Alternating giggles came from behind me, my little sister Meira peeking around to grin at my reflection, her softly red skin and amber eyes a startling contrast to the furry silver Persian sitting in her lap. His gaze matched hers, though I sensed much more sarcasm and disdain from him than from Meira.
"The rubbed raw look is very in I hear." Classic Sassafras. It wouldn't do me any good to snark back. He was the master and I bowed to his ability. Besides, I was way too nervous to really pay much attention to him.