Slim ankles and lean upper thighs gave her the look of a model.
She crossed her legs at the ankles, and he planted one knee between her thighs, driving them apart.
He signaled to the other insurgent, who obeyed and moved forward, grabbing the dead man's ankles and hauling him out.
Katie hesitated before shuffling forward on her knees. She carefully touched the woman's leg then patted it as she followed it down to the thick roots wrapped around her ankles. Unable to see exactly how she was stuck, Katie used her cold fingers to fumble around the root and the woman's sneakers. "It's really jammed in there," she said at last.
Katie touched the roots ensnaring the sleeping woman's ankle. The mess baffled her, as if the roots themselves had reached out to grab Deidre's ankles instead of her slipping and stumbling into them. The gnarly roots were twisted and thick, wrapped too tightly for her to pry them apart.
They are a fine warlike race, with remarkably clear complexions and handsome features; round wrists and ankles they wear rings of twisted hair.