Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Yenneferturnedandtheobsidianstaronherneckglitteredwithathousandreflections.

           "You’reright,"admittedthegirlseriously,lookingstraightintothemagician’svioleteyes."Ididn’tlikeyou."

           "Ciri,"saidNenneke,"comecloser.ThisisLadyYenneferfromVengerberg,MistressofWizardry.Don’tbefrightened.LadyYenneferknowswhoyouare.Youcantrusther."

           Thegirlbowed,interlockingherpalmsinagestureoffullrespect.Theenchantress,rustlingherlong,blackdress,approached,tookCiribythechinandquiteoff-handedlyliftedherhead,turningitrightandleft.Thegirlfeltangerandrebellionrisingwithinher–shewasnotusedtobeingtreatedthisway.Andatthesametime,sheexperiencedaburningenvy.Yenneferwasverybeautiful.Comparedtothedelicate,paleandrathercommoncomelinessofthepriestessesandnoviceswhoCirisaweveryday,themagicianglowedwithaconscious,evendemonstrativeloveliness,emphasisedandaccentuatedineverydetail.Herraven-blacklockscascadingdownhershouldersshone,reflectedthelightlikethefeathersofapeacock,curlingandundulatingwitheverymove.Cirisuddenlyfeltashamed,ashamedofhergrazedelbows,chappedhands,brokennails,herashen,stringyhair.Allofasudden,shehadanoverwhelmingdesiretopossesswhatYenneferhad–abeautiful,exposedneckandonitalovelyblackvelvetribbonwithalovelyglitteringstar.Regulareyebrows,accentuatedwithcharcoal,andlongeyelashes.Proudlips.