As Ayawamat and I approach the front doors of the Kartheca side by side, we are greeted by the familiar and welcoming faces of Ecrin and Fatma.
“Impeccable timing as always,” Ecrin praises.
As they step outside into the mid-day sun the traces of gold in their skin begin to sparkle and twinkle making them appear as two wingless ethereal fairies, their natural calming energy covering us in a blanket of peaceful serenity. Ecrin stands at 5’9”, her body the definition of an hourglass, her thick, voluminous ebony hair hanging straight as a pin to her waist. Past the glitters of gold, her skin is a rich, warm, syrup-brown making the gold of her eyes give off an amber tone until the sunlight hits them revealing their natural intense gold. Her nose is pinched, and her top lip is a bit fuller t
