hehe
'Beau?' the abundance of
black locks asked indistinctly. 'Have you brought the juice?'
'Yes.'
A pale triangular face, violet eyes and narrow, slightly contorted lips appeared beneath the
black tresses.
'Who are you?' asked the
black-haired woman, narrowing her eyes and covering herself with the eiderdown.
He took a deliberately long time fastening her dress, one hook at a time, enjoying the scent of her hair, which fell halfway down her back in a
black cascade.
But I do remember quite a pretty,
black-haired female with fiery eyes—'
'What are you telling me about
black-haired women for?'
The
black-haired woman didn't let me get a word in edgeways.
So beautiful, he thought. Everything about her is beautiful. And dangerous. The colours she wears; the contrast of black and white. Beauty and terror. Her natural,
raven curls.
He stroked the
raven-black hair that fell in
curls like snakes.
Yennefer shook her head, her
black, shimmering curls cascaded onto her shoulders.
Essi's hair is
not a black tornado of shiny curls;
Through the clouds of smoke, violet eyes, dark, burning in a pale and triangular face veiled beneath a tangle of
black curls, watching.
I think it is
black