[ The bottle, she takes with delicacy. She would have to think of when to use it, but first - taking off her veil, she removes the pin that had decorated it for so long. It's a small golden flower, half-bloomed. In return, she would hand it to him.
It also means that he would be able to see her face. A thin scar on the side of one cheek, marking her crippling injury - but at the same time, she looks... young. Perhaps not older than twenty-five, but there was also a strangeness to it that made age estimates difficult. ]
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[ The bottle, she takes with delicacy. She would have to think of when to use it, but first - taking off her veil, she removes the pin that had decorated it for so long. It's a small golden flower, half-bloomed. In return, she would hand it to him.
It also means that he would be able to see her face. A thin scar on the side of one cheek, marking her crippling injury - but at the same time, she looks... young. Perhaps not older than twenty-five, but there was also a strangeness to it that made age estimates difficult. ]