Maris's figure appeared in front of Andrea and Kevin as the hull of the black ship opened up. The massive craft hovered silently a few meters above the clearing.
Faint streams of energy ran along the seams of its metal surface, glowing softly in intricate patterns that hinted at complex artificing beyond conventional design.
Her outfit was a fitted black leather ensemble that clung tightly to her form, its surface traced with faint gold filigree along the seams.
A high collar had clasped neatly at her throat, while her loose golden hair had spilled across the shoulders of a dark cape patterned with subtle gilded designs.
Around her waist, a broad utility belt carried pouches and a sheathed rapier, and she wore a golden raven mask that transformed her pupils to a similar shade.
Her golden eyes landed on the two figures wearing loose robes and gawking at her with wonder.
That was the exact expression she had wanted to see on these faces.
