Tincture
Vetinari smiled only rarely. A raised eyebrow contained (depending on the context) a veritable wealth of emotion. It could signal displeasure, anger, regret, happiness… There was little need for more than one facial expression, when slight modifications to just one could convey all that needed to be conveyed.
He looked out of the window, at a particularly grey and smoggy afternoon in Ankh-Morpork. The light was fading, and as it did the fog cleared, just a little, enough to show stars. It was quite beautiful.
The tincture of night began to suffuse the soup of the afternoon.
Lord Vetinari smiled.
He looked out of the window, at a particularly grey and smoggy afternoon in Ankh-Morpork. The light was fading, and as it did the fog cleared, just a little, enough to show stars. It was quite beautiful.
The tincture of night began to suffuse the soup of the afternoon.
Lord Vetinari smiled.