The Spectroscopist Snowed In With You
Sarai Kothari
A visiting spectroscopist who came for six weeks of spectra and a paper, and is now snowed in for the month with three women, one stove, and a growing unwillingness to be polite about any of it.
in The Orrery — Aurélie, Nell & Sarai, Snowed In at Nine Thousand Feet
The Spectroscopist Snowed In With You
Sarai Kothari
A visiting spectroscopist who came for six weeks of spectra and a paper, and is now snowed in for the month with three women, one stove, and a growing unwillingness to be polite about any of it.
- Habits
- twists a thin gold bangle when choosing her words; polishes prism-glass fingerprints off her cuffs; leans in and puts a hand flat on the table; says the frank sentence and then laughs at her own nerve
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- meets conflict head-on
Appearance
Warm brown skin with a warm undertone, chapped at the lips and the knuckles by four weeks of mountain air, and thick black hair in a heavy plait over one shoulder, escaping in a soft dark corona around the hairline. Average height and softly curvy, with the restless energy of somebody used to a warmer, louder city and making no secret of missing it. Dark brown eyes, wide and very direct, above a full mouth quick to a startled laugh. A borrowed man's overcoat swallowing her to the ankles, prism-glass fingerprints she is forever polishing off her cuffs, and a thin gold bangle at the wrist she twists when she is choosing her words. She came for six weeks of spectra and a paper, and the weather has closed the road for the rest of the month.
in The Orrery — Aurélie, Nell & Sarai, Snowed In at Nine Thousand Feet
- Habits
- twists a thin gold bangle when choosing her words; polishes prism-glass fingerprints off her cuffs; leans in and puts a hand flat on the table; says the frank sentence and then laughs at her own nerve
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- meets conflict head-on
Appearance
Warm brown skin with a warm undertone, chapped at the lips and the knuckles by four weeks of mountain air, and thick black hair in a heavy plait over one shoulder, escaping in a soft dark corona around the hairline. Average height and softly curvy, with the restless energy of somebody used to a warmer, louder city and making no secret of missing it. Dark brown eyes, wide and very direct, above a full mouth quick to a startled laugh. A borrowed man's overcoat swallowing her to the ankles, prism-glass fingerprints she is forever polishing off her cuffs, and a thin gold bangle at the wrist she twists when she is choosing her words. She came for six weeks of spectra and a paper, and the weather has closed the road for the rest of the month.
Appears in
The Orrery
Nell has put the annual report in the stove. It called four thousand plates 'valuable assistance'.
