"A hunter, too?" Caprica queried incredulously. "He is a talented fellow." She hadn't missed the playfully resentful tone in Light's voice, and thought it might be rather amusing to play on this mock-jealousy a little. She was not without her devious side, after all. His words were as silky as his white hair looked, drawn to her attention by a casual restyling action. She liked her short hair, but often felt tempted by the lengthy tresses she saw on others. His style was an attractive one, but she wasn't so free and easy with her praise. "Drawn like a picture?" she replied, wrong-footed by the unexpected question but following the way he gestured, falling into easy step beside him with her usual slow and swaying pace. "I don't know a single artist, so no." She'd only seen human book illustrations before, never a more recent creation. "I'm from Anathema, the mountain pack. You know it?"
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