Ombretta had tan brown skin, long black hair she wore in a braid that ran down her back, and big hazel eyes that were narrowed in a glare at amaris. They have been for the last fifteen minutes. Amaris found herself desperate for Ash to come back. The four of them sat in a small room at the back of the house with a lit lantern on a small table, a wall of bookshelves filled with nick nacks and two old ripped and tattered sofas. The lantern threw a low hazy light on the yellow wallpaper that was probably once an intricate golden swirl on a white background but now begged to be taken down. The light also shined off the dagger that ombretta was toying with as she studied amaris with a deep frown.
The silence was stifling. Only the clicks of Slygrin trying to start the fireplace and mirage pic
