The Day of Fate (Part 3)
Zinya wore a magnificent bright red dress with a v neckline decorated with white lace and emeralds as big as a nut. It left her shoulder and arms exposed, emphasizing her features and the jewelry.
She wore a golden circlet on her head, a white gold necklace and earrings with emeralds, and several small bracelets at her thin wrists. Zinya had clearly enjoyed Vastor's skill as a rejuvenator, if not even Invigoration, because she looked way younger than her age.
The Master, instead, even with his hair regrowing on his bald head and turning black again still looked like her father at best. Yet if the age gap bothered him, it was impossible to tell.
Lith had never seen Vastor smile so much and so honestly. Even for those who'd known him for years, it was hard to recognize him without the bitter light of envy that usually tainted his eyes.
"Lith, my boy! You finally made it." The two men shook hands the moment the healers finished checking the Verhens.