sandsnakes // tyene sand
she rose as they entered, dressed in a clinging gown of pale blue samite with sleeves of myrish lace that made her look as innocent as the maid herself. in one hand was a piece of embroidery she had been working on, in the other a pair of golden needles. her hair was gold as well, and her eyes were deep blue pools. . .and yet somehow they reminded the captain of her father’s eyes.