Lucas immediately obeyed and stepped forward, just out of her reach and stood. He was not dominating with his height, he only stood at four feet eleven inches. He wore his Kimono proudly, the outer layer black while the inner layer and his obi were red. His bright white hair was pinned up properly, he silently prayed to the gods that she would not move him and demand her son get another. His face was blank, and except for his expression and non wandering eyes he looked like a foreign child, but his coloring stood out, he was pale and his eyes a shade of blue similar to the sky on a summer day. The only movement the small servant gave was his chest rising and falling in steady even breaths.
He wondered how long she was going to look him over and give her verdict, he did not like standing there getting looked at like a mouse about to be snatched by a hawk. He stamped down harshly on his desire to fidget and stood like a statue instead.
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