Wrinkles

When he touched his thinning scalp and laughed, crow’s feet appeared around his eyes. Greg was decades younger than Father, yet looked decades older. Despite Father nearing eighty, he appeared about the same age as a non-magical thirty-year-old thanks to a combination of health and beautification magic. As he, like other heads of magical families, could not be bothered to develop and pass on any magic rendered obsolete by science, those anti-aging charms were the only forms he had taught me, his intended heiress.