Corwen sat up straighter, and threw out a little glamour, to make the sun through the window seem to glint just a stronger in her hair. Colours shone through in purples and blues, as she shook her hair out. She pulled absently at the feathered cuffs on her top, straightening them, before letting one hand drift to around her neck.
She thumbed the pendant that contained the feathers from her mothers' headdress. Flipping it through her fingers, she twitched her mouth up in a grin.
Flashy didn't hurt once in a while, and, well Lucy was pretty.
"Oh, you don't want to hold much faith by what John says about me."