Literature
Arkoma ch.10 The Messanger
Pale skin, big grey eyes, too close together, a permanent scowl; Ceras had seen this woman's face before, but she couldn't place where. People were constantly in and out of her father's house, so much so that she barely even remembered them... but she remembered this face.
She also remembered that hat, almost more than the face. Tattered, filthy, so worn it could barely be recognized as a hat. Ceras remembered... it had fallen onto the floor, a vaguely rounded lump on the carpet. The girl, she had bent down to pick it up, a scowl never leaving her face.
Ceras didn't know this woman's name, but she did know her. She was a messenger, ca