The golden-white light took about three seconds to go away completely. When it did, the figure in the middle of Lucian's small recovery room looked like she had come from a place much pricier than a military barracks.
She was tall, almost five feet, ten inches, and her posture made it seem like she had spent hundreds of years in rooms where posture was important. Her hair was the deep gold of old coins, and it was waist-length.
It was arranged so perfectly that it shouldn't have been possible since she had just come through a portal. Her golden eyes moved smoothly around the room, taking stock of the space and its people with the calm efficiency of someone who was used to getting to places and quickly figuring out what was going on.
The armor appeared to be made entirely of gold. However, the gold trim on the dark metal armor that Marshal wore was not made of real gold.
