| ::The soft voice that many a man could envy, due to its depth and sensual note that made most women stare lifted from lips that were almost too pale to be natural.:: I will get Singai tonight, she'll see. ::A smirk curled over those lips as his gaze was lifted to the mirror, ice blue eyes stared back at him, his eyes, his father's eyes, and one of the only resemblances he held with Singai. Then his large, pale hands reached up to tie back his pale blonde hair with a royal blue ribbon, his hair the only other resemblance to the rest of his family. Then the man stood, to his full height of 6'6, an intimidating person, but at the same time, there was something about him that was unexplainable, something that drew the eye and forced it to move over broad shoulders, muscled chest, strong arms, strong legs, and back up. A smile was cast to the servant with a nod, gently adjusting his burgandy and navy blue tunic. The much thinner, very elven looking man looked over Nudar a final time, making sure that there was nothing marring high cheekbones, and that Nudar's strong jawline didn't show any of the signs of his training earlier. A nod was given before Nudar was released, and he nodded back, moving out of his room in time to see Singai descend the stairs. A light smile appearing on his lips at the contrast they posed to each other, a hand gently touching his mother's shoulder, giving the briefest of glances to Anulo before awaiting his sister patiently.:: |