She chuckles, matching his tone. "Well, let's have a look at it and see what you think."
Raising her left hand and murmuring something inaudible under her breath, she presses three fingers to a particular spot on the wooden door before reaching for the undraped handle with her right hand.
The inside of the cabinet is not just shadowed; it's pitch black. Alcina reaches in confidently as if she has the contents and their locations memorized, and draws out a bottle fashioned of horn and ivory.
It's about as tall as the width of her palm, with a round body and a graceful narrow neck. The mouth is stoppered with what looks like a blob of soft translucent wax, the color of pale honey.
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Raising her left hand and murmuring something inaudible under her breath, she presses three fingers to a particular spot on the wooden door before reaching for the undraped handle with her right hand.
The inside of the cabinet is not just shadowed; it's pitch black. Alcina reaches in confidently as if she has the contents and their locations memorized, and draws out a bottle fashioned of horn and ivory.
It's about as tall as the width of her palm, with a round body and a graceful narrow neck. The mouth is stoppered with what looks like a blob of soft translucent wax, the color of pale honey.