"My eyes are so big so I can see you more clearly," the wolf swore solemnly. "My hands are so big so I can embrace you more passionately! Everything on me is big, and you'll soon find that I wasn't lying.
Why are you looking at me like that, little girl? Why won't you answer?"
The sorceress smiled faintly. "Because I'm going to give you a surprise."
—"Surprise," from Fairy Tales and Folk Stories, by Florence Delannoy
She was a petite, slender sorceress with long, straight straw-colored hair. Her blue lace blouse had a plunging neckline, covered by a layer of white gauze so sheer that even the small mole beneath her collarbone was clearly visible.
She had a straight nose, pale cherry-pink lips, and a slender swanlike neck. Her skin, whiter than the gauze draped over her, was as smooth and delicate as a maiden's. Around her neck hung a silver ankh set with zircon stones.
The only thing that clashed with her girlish air was her eyes. Their clear, bright crystal depths reflected a pride that scorned all things. When her cold gaze swept across the room, not a single knight dared meet it head-on.
As the sorceress approached Siegfried step by step, she carried herself like a fierce lioness. Standing beside the knight, Victor could even feel the prickling numbness of magical fluctuations against his skin.
She extended her right hand to Siegfried, allowing the Rose Knight to bow and perform an impeccable hand-kiss.
According to a little fact witcher Eskel had taught the boy, nearly all sorceresses liked having their hands kissed. The tactful explanation was that it allowed them to enjoy the same treatment as princesses; the blunt one was that it made them feel respected.
—Eskel: "They are always feared, but rarely respected."