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After that, she lapsed into silence, too busy chowing down on the steaks and ribs and sipping from her wine glass. In the glowing lights of the tree antechamber down in it’s ancient, tangled roots, her pale, translucent skin was illuminated with thousands of ethereal colours and painted a timeless, unearthly look about the goddess.

And unfortunately, the glowing light particularly caught the twisting, swirling silver tattoos on her hands, arms, shoulders, and starting to spiral up her neck. Although Silvy hadn’t talked about her binding tattoos for a while, they didn’t seem to be fading.