She looked at me wide-eyed, nodded. “Gave me the all-overs.” She shivered. The Chandrian. It was a vase showing the Chandrian and their signs. “Can you remember anything else about the pictures?” I asked. “Take your time, think hard.” She thought about it. “There was one with no face, just a hood with nothing inside. There was a mirror by his feet and there was a bunch of moons over him. You know, full moon, half moon, sliver moon.” She looked down, thinking. “And there was a woman. . . .” She blushed. “With some of her clothes off.”
