The Voyages of The Cetus

Introduction-

 Storm clouds rolled thickly overhead as milady followed regale after a man one can only describe as an aiskhrós, or, a blackguard. A dirty, dishonest scoundrel. In no right place to be in the company of such a maiden. A gentlewoman. One, in passing, might inaptly believe her to be a debutante.

If one did so happen to pause and look once more, one would be put at unease at the sharp threat lining her rare eyes; eyes the shade of blue as the Aegean Sea itself, at least, if it were to freeze.

To take one more glance would be to see one thing, laden in her movements; a witch.