Blood smeared his face from an impressive cut at his hairline. She wiped the blood away as best she could and pushed the tangle of his burnished coppe... hair where it stuck to his face. Though he was fair skinned to begin with, now his skin looked drained of all color entirely, taking on a sallow and sickly appearance. “Gods…oh gods, no,” Silmaria whimpered. Blood was already spreading, soaking into the thick layers of his heavy tunic, an ever expanding stain of life and death, one and the same. When he finally wiped the tears from his eyes, he turned to Cadee with laugh lines still etched around his eyes. His face was expressive, slightly high cheek-boned with lines etched around the mouth, forehead and nose. His eyes Cadee noticed were a deep blue that twinkled when the light hit them just right. The teeth beneath his smile were, while not perfectly white, nice and even, a relic of either good genetics or time spent in braces, one of the few expensive personal vanities that Cadee. .. is this..." Your parents' idea, but I'm fully in favour," I said. "I'm not going to rush you though." You're not going to rush me! I ... I ... Alex ... I want to hit you! You've been sitting on this all weekend?" Well, yes, but it was for your father to suggest it."She looked round, breathing rather hard, then laughed. "Yes, please. I'd love to get married in August." There was one other thing," Colonel Trafford said, "which I haven't discussed with your fiancé." He turned to me. "I know the. "Go for it?"There was silence. He looked back, and Dobie was gone.He sat there a moment longer. "Go for it..."Lovey Howell adjusted her makeup in the small mirror. She had managed to get Thurston out of the hut for a while, anyway. He needed to get some fresh air, and away from the liquor cabinet for a few hours.She adjusted her clothing; it was getting a bit tattered with the years of wear. Thank goodness she had brought all of the trunks she had; she pitied the poor younger girls who only had.