Virgil sees Shoda

His first glance of her was as she was drug into the castle, quite publicly, and through the front gates. She was bloody and purple with bruising through her olive-toned skin, but all he could do was stare into her vivid orange eyes and become lost in the amount of will he found there, her fierce determination and undying spirit to fight.
Her left arm was in a tourniquet just above the elbow, the bloody stump weeping fitfully, but she didn’t seem to notice. She fought her captors like a caged animal as, indeed, his older brother, the King of Carolin, would have everyone believe she was. Her claws made the most horrendous squealing on the stones of the courtyard as the burly guards dragged her forward. Her eyes stared around in ager, daring anyone to stare her way. Well Virgil dared, and when her eyes met his he was frozen in place, a chill going down his spine, and an electricity jarring a part of his brain awake. She was what he had been missing in his life, that fierce determination, that lust for life, he’d been lost in a sea of apathy and he hadn’t even realized it until that one electrifying moment when her eyes had met his.
Finally one of the guards had the sense to club her over the back of the head and she dropped like a stone, hanging limp from the grasps of the guards who now struggled briefly to hold her up. He hadn’t realized how big she was either; she must be easily six and a half feet tall! The off=duty guards were saying that her brother was even larger, and muscled well at that. But they had put his eye out after they had drugged him, otherwise, Virgil guessed, the tall Jothani would have been next to impossible to control, as it was he was ensconced safely in his cell and only his sister needed to be deposited.
Suddenly a thought struck Virgil like a thunderbolt and the prince held up his hand and yelled, “Stop!” He performed that familiar twist in his mind and blinked his eyes. “Holy!” He staggered back a pace, two. The girl was GLOWING. Even unconscious she was radiant with ability. The white halo that surrounded her told him not only was she a Self user, but she had the most astonishingly strong Self ability he had ever seen.
“Place them in separate cells, she uses Self.” The guards looked shocked, one of them even dropped the girl’s arm and her weight dragged the other guard to the ground. With a mumbled apology he picked his burden back up and the two resumed dragging her limp and unconscious body back into the castle.
A Self user, he would have to go down to the dungeons and read her brother too, such things tended to run in families and if they both could heal, well the two unfortunate Jothani might find themselves a stay of execution after all. The army always needed healers and Virgil knew his brother wouldn’t hesitate to use them to their fullest potential.
However, as the prince followed the guards down into the dungeons he couldn’t help but experience a twinge of regret. Regret at what he had condemned this poor girl to, this girl who had such a fierce and penetrating gaze.