He was tall; even in this place of Fae and beasts, he stood a head taller than most and clearly dwarfed me. His curling hair hung to his chin, clinging to the deep brown skin of his sharp jaw and the dark clothing he wore, made of layered fabric which wrapped around his frame yet hung loose enough for free movement, marked him out as different. Even if everything else about him hadn’t screamed it for all to see.
