Only the faintest hint of gold and silver were visible among the streaks of midnight-hued Primal mist swirling around her legs. A few slender tendrils of essence thickened, rising at her sides and moving with the sinuous grace of a pit viper as she lifted her head. Through strands of hair, I saw her eyes. Since she’d awakened, they hadn’t resembled the pure silver orbs of a god I’d briefly seen. Nor were they the fractured silver and green. They were a multitude of colors now.
