Yasmine
‘You are aware, I suppose,’ said Yasmine softly, to Baradir, ‘that your… glass is showing?’
Baradir’s altered face came as little surprise to her, for she had seen it before: at the Starlight Bazaar, when she should not have been spying upon him (but had done so anyway). Then, he had revealed his true visage only briefly, for the edification of a friend — and Yasmine had caught a glimpse.
Now, whatever illusion or glamour had cloaked the strange effect was gone; worn away, perhaps, or purposely dismissed. And the curse, if it was that, had grown much worse in the scant time since. He looked a being only half man, the other half all sorcery.
‘It hardly seemed worth hiding it, in here,’ said Baradir, with resignation, and she saw his point at once. In fact, in this setting his mi
