A Touch of High Brass

odalia blight: I slipped on a pair of sleek, dark sunglasses and uncased my polished golden saxophone, because an entrance simply must have flair. Rather than staying inside, I stepped onto the wide wooden sill of the sunny window overlooking the morning bustle of the Isles. With a confident tilt of my head, I raised the horn and ran through a crisp, velvety jazz riff. Below, a startled vendor looked up and fumbled a copper coin right into a velvet dish—an utterly appropriate reaction to pure class. A woman of my standing knows how to draw eyes and set the tone for the day.