HH荷鲁斯叛乱14《异端初现》渣翻1(21)

THREE DAYS LATER, Cyrene was still in the city.
Like many of the people calling Monarchia home, Cyrene’s dusky skin was a legacy of her ancestors’ lives in the equatorial deserts, and she had handsome eyes of a light brown that were rather like burnt auburn. Sun-lightened hazel hair fell in tumbling locks over her shoulders.
At least, her more infatuated lovers described her in such terms.
This was the picture her mind painted, though sheno longer saw it when she looked in the mirror. Now her eyes were ringed from two nights without sleep, and her mouth was soured by dehydration.