She is even smaller than I realized, weak and pale. She bares her teeth at them, and I see they are blunt, like a baby’s milk teeth. Is she a greenling? My eyes slide over the rest of her form. No, not a greenling. I let out a relieved breath. Beneath her strange, ragged garments, I see luscious curves, the swell of her hips speaking to the pleasures she will give me. The kings she will bear.
