Chapitre 112: "I Don't Like Your Tone"

"My Seer?" Rekosh asked in confusion. "Tell me Rekosh, how long have I had you for?" Rekosh was confused. "Um, you bought me from my crèche when I was still a whelp 60 years ago my Seer."

"And in that time have you ever seen me confused on what to do next?" "No my Seer, your gift given to you by the stars has guided our race for millennia."

The Seer turned around in her chair, facing Rekosh for the first time this conversation. She was a breath taking beauty, even to this day Rekosh lost his ability to breath whenever he laid eyes upon her.

 She was 6ft1 with a lithe agile body, the perfect mate any Starforged would ask for. Her greyish purple skin was adorned with tattoos made of light. Her face seen sculpted like a work of art with her sharp tip nose, high cheekbones and sharp jawline. Her eyebrows resembled upside down ticks while her eyes seemed clouded over like a blind person, only her eyes shone with a light that seemingly made them glow.