She is much like her brother, this woman my nephew has chosen. Not only in appearance, though none could see the two of them together and doubt their kinship; no, there is a spirit shared between them that shines as brightly as the noonday sun on their golden hair.
She meets my eyes as squarely as É omer does, holds herself as proudly and as confidently. When she walks, her training in the way of the sword is evident, if one has the eyes to see, and I suspect that they sit a horse the same way, as well.
I smile, and take her hand. “I am glad to see you well, Lady É owyn.”
She curtsies gracefully, and again I see a similarity to her brother in her movements, odd in such a feminine action.
She is a welcome addition to the family..
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