Synthia’s POV
I stared at Celine and studied her appearance. From the stories I had heard of Celine, I had imagined her to be an old crone. But the lady standing in front of me had gorgeous golden hair down to her waist, deep grey eyes that seemed to glow with power and a serene smile. She looked gorgeous and not a day over forty. She wore a flowing red dress that accentuated her perfect figure and for a moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how a woman who lived isolated in the forest for over fifteen years came to possess such a dress. Then I told myself that when there was magic, such questions were pointless.
Once I finished my inspection, I stared up to meet her eyes and found her grey eyes observing me with a look that I couldn’t fathom. I blinked to make sure I was not hallucinating
