But I can’t stop looking at her. She’s small and graceful, the bluish-gray dress she wears looks like it could swallow her at any moment, and yet she manages to present herself as someone to be respected. Her features are a mix of softness and hardness. The arch of her upper lip is soft and pinkish, while her cheekbones are sharp as glass. Her eyes are the clearest blue I’ve ever seen.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re very transparent?” she says, interrupting my scrutiny. “I can see all the curiosity in your face.”
“Would anyone really be surprised that I have questions?”
“You humans really do live in ignorance. At least now.”
“What do you mean?”
She sighs, brushing a rebellious lock from her cheek.
“You probably already know the Dravens were in charge of the Treaties with humans. Ba
