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The door opened precisely.
Not sharply, not softly. Precisely. The door-opening of someone who had calculated the exact amount of force required and applied it without surplus.
Sistene Argent stepped into the office.
She was around Iris's height. Vanir had noted this the first time he'd met her, several years ago at a border coordination summit, with the awareness of a man who had spent centuries developing the habit of noticing things he wasn't supposed to be noticing.
The resemblance to Iris ended there. Where Iris moved with coiled, barely-managed energy…. the permanent sense of someone who had to actively choose not to be aggressive in any given situation….Sistene moved like someone who had made that choice long ago and moved on. Controlled. Efficient. The economy of a person who found excess in any form vaguely suspicious.
