Hart drank in the silence, using its power to calm herself. Before long, a new rectangle appeared, framing an elven woman. The backlighting silhouetted her slim figure through the diaphanous gown she wore. Hart felt a twinge of envy at the perfection of line and form in the woman’s body. For all the illusion in which her court was cloaked, Lady Brane Deigh used none to improve her own appearance.