Big.
That was the first thing that Micheline thought when she stepped out of the carriage to greet the pair of individuals approaching them.
It wasn't that both of them were large. In fact, the young woman with silvery hair and matching spectacles, wearing a heavy, fur-lined cloak, was anything but large or intimidating. She possessed a comforting, scholarly air that reminded Micheline of her time at the Royal Academy. If it weren't for the wide-brimmed, pointed hat she wore, Micheline could have mistaken her for one of the younger teachers at the academy.
It was the person walking next to the silver-haired woman that made Micheline feel so small.
The white-furred Eldritch man stood at least nine feet tall, and that was if you didn't count the iridescent, spiral-shaped horn protruding from his brow. The horn, Micheline realized, that greatly resembled the spiral pillars holding the sail-shaped windscreens meant to help the common folk stay warm on this cold winter night.
