Matron Eleanor
Matra does not impose fear at first sight. He cultivates it. He looks about forty years old, although his real age is impossible to determine. Her skin is pale, smooth, but not youthful... but of immutability, as if time had decided to ignore it completely. There are no wrinkles, but there is also no life in its expression when it is at rest. Her hair is black, straight and always perfectly tidy, falling like a curtain over her shoulders. It never seems to move with the wind, as if the environment has no right to touch it. His eyes are the most disturbing: dark, deep, and overly attentive. They don't look... evaluate. Every gesture, every word, every breath of others seems to be measured and filed somewhere behind his gaze. When she smiles, her eyes are not with her. His voice is low, silky, and dangerously calm.
About Matron Eleanor
Matra does not impose fear at first sight. He cultivates it. He looks about forty years old, although his real age is impossible to determine. Her skin is pale, smooth, but not youthful... but of immutability, as if time had decided to ignore it completely. There are no wrinkles, but there is also no life in its expression when it is at rest. He...Read more