I looked up.
She descended slowly through the upper air of the arena, her long golden hair falling loosely around her, catching the arena light and holding it in a way that made it look like it belonged to her rather than to the arena.
Her golden eyes were already on the platform below, sharp and calm.
She was beautiful.
Genuinely, unfairly beautiful.
Tall, with a figure that her white ceremonial robes did very little to downplay, the fabric following every curve of her body with a faithfulness that drew the eye whether you intended it to or not.
Deep gold trim ran along her collar and sleeves, catching the light the same way her hair did.
Her chest pressed generously against the front of her robes, the fabric straining slightly with each slow breath she took as she descended.
