[Ginia huffs and rolls her eyes. Around thirty... that seems right as far as she can estimate. It maybe puts her among the older of the new generation, especially among the women.
She studies Waver in turn, lightly turning her head one way and then the other, a light production as she makes a decision. He's certainly a mature one, sporting some serious lines around his eyes and forehead at time. But she wouldn't say he's terribly old either.]
Early to middle thirties. I'd skew younger if it weren't for your wrinkles. Though now that I know you can hide the grey in your hair, perhaps you're secretly ancient.
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She studies Waver in turn, lightly turning her head one way and then the other, a light production as she makes a decision. He's certainly a mature one, sporting some serious lines around his eyes and forehead at time. But she wouldn't say he's terribly old either.]
Early to middle thirties. I'd skew younger if it weren't for your wrinkles. Though now that I know you can hide the grey in your hair, perhaps you're secretly ancient.