Wonderstruck, Faraine watches the performance. And I watch her. I can’t help myself. All the beauties of Mythanar pale by comparison to the joy of watching her face. The subtleties of expression, every slight shift of her brow, her cheek, her jaw, her lips. It’s like watching a living, breathing work of art. I could sit and make a study of her all day. I find myself wondering what her face would look like in . . . release?
