As one drew near the belly of the Inne, you could snatch the lingering sscent of hot cherry pie coming out of the back kitchen. The little figure turned at the sound of shuffling feet and greeted her guest with a delighted smile. "Welcome! Welcome! Please sit," she said, motioning to a chair. "Your just in time for pie." Such a gracious hostess. Kitt propped slender elbows on the bar top and leaned foreward. That's when one could see those oval discs, bright and smudged with blues and greens, flecked with gold and rimmed with thick lashes. Long red hair swayed just above the slender curve of her hips as she moved close. She wore brown leather pants, black boots, and a forest green top, sleevless, and tied in the back. Hungry irises would absorb the fresh face, curious as to the travels and people they had met. "That should warm your stomach! Anything to swallow it down with doll?" She had called everyone 'doll,' or so it seemed.
Further your Travels
A Role Players Nook
The BlackWood Inne
*Ophira Arlett*
