The Blood Of The Wood

The music room was nearly full when Evangeline and Luan walked arm in arm. He looked for two seats together, keeping his head bowed and eyes on the floor. Luan led her toward the empty set of chairs together. She tried to not pay attention to the way the ladies were looking at him, but their voices were audible.

"Look at him," said the pink haired lady. "He has the face of a fallen angel and his eyes like the Atlantic. Technically speaking, he is very pretty."

"Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination." Said the other girl.

Evangeline looked at Luan sideways as she sat down beside him. Her tulle skirts rustled like leaves in a stiff wind. It was true that he was beautiful, but to draw this much attention was such an uncanny fact. Why did they care how beautiful he was?