Hoshor Plains Your future ex-wife

Well, this was taken from Tinder profile introduction pages. A list of catchy - check me out - phrases. A-a-a-and the photo is of Jenny, because, when I first brought Lele in, I needed something sad and melancholic. :)

Rumours (or assumptions in this case) about the extent of fragility of Lele's facial "ornament" were exaggerated. It looked worse than it actually was - a two year old wound that now had left ragged scars and slight disfigurement of one side of her face. Still - had she known that Phox was concerned for the part of her complexion that she herself hated the most - she would have appreciated it. 

"Oooh, I am fine," she lifted her head and yawned and only then took a better look at the source of the voice, who had addressed her. It was an older man - closer to her age, still handsome, though he had only three working limbs and - well, well, well... they had something in common too. Lele grinned at the irony, because the centuries old principle of sharing at least something in order to form some sort of connection, in a very different perspective. 

"Are you?" she asked, uncurling, getting to her feet, attempting to stretch, but then falling chest deep in the snow heap again. Deciding to ignore this inequality of their positions and treat it as something normal instead, she looked up at him and smiled. "It seems to me that somebody was very envious of your feet and face. I admit - you are good-looking - but not exactly so-good-I-want-to-rip-you-to-pieces good," she pointed out. Tactless and frank she might have been, but middle-age came with such freedoms that youth did not possess.