Staring into the mirror Fenris frowns and studies his eyebrows. They are clearly black, the same as his… well… other hair. He had assumed that his hair had once been black but after meeting Varania he is not so sure.

The family resemblance had been striking and there had been no doubt in his mind when he first saw her that she was his sister. Then, after hearing her voice, memories had bubbled to the surface. Their mother, playing, being a happy child. Fenris turns away from the mirror and scowls at the memory of his sister. His last memory of her is of her eyes wide with fear as he stalked across The Hanged Man towards her. A horrible memory made all the more painful because of her betrayal.

He shakes his head in a vain attempt to clear it and returns to staring at the mirror. Varania's hair was copper in colour, a stark contrast to what he had expected. Although Fenris is fairly sure he remembers her eyebrows being darker. Perhaps his hair had also been red, perhaps something similar to mahogany or maybe it had simply been a dark brown.

Was it possible that his hair could have once been black? Could siblings have such different hair colour? Perhaps they were only half siblings; Varania had only mentioned their mother and she had said nothing about a father… or fathers.

Fenris backs away from mirror and sits by the fire. Draining the last drops from his bottle of wine he sighs and wonders what he would have looked like with black hair.