/me enters the inn, smooths back her golden blonde hair - the shining hair that parts over her long, elven ears and cascades past her shoulder blades - and bites her curvy lips. Her dark gray eyes pan the room, the unique and vibrant gold flecks in them glimmering at each person that they pass over. She walks forward, her huntress clothes richly colored in this light, and her skin deeply tanned from all the time she has spent more outside than in.
/me wears a tunic of deep blue which dips down in the front with leather cords holding twisted together to ensure that the top does not simply slide off. The neckline of the shirt is decorated with a gold pattern of thorned vine, twisting together in a glittering dance. She also wears a cloak of deep purple which dusts the floor as she walks. A hint of a sword sheath can be seen beneath the cloak, sometimes catching the light and flaunting its blue coloring.
6The only jewelry she wears is a smooth emerald amulet that dangles from a shining necklace with interlocking chain links of pure silver. Light plays on each surface in a different manner: it pans over the surface of the stone and reflects itself back at its source, while the necklace catches the light, spreading it over its links and showing itself off to any willing viewer, trying to make itself stand out more than the gem.
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/me enters the inn, her golden blonde hair trailing in her wake, intertwining with itself in a private dance. Her cool, deep gray eyes quickly sweep the room, the golden flecks in them alive with a sort of charismatic magic. Her full lips are curved upward in a somewhat unconcious smile, an expression of happiness worn more as a guard than as a true expression of her emotions. She walks forward quietly, her movements reflecting her own Elfin grace
6She wears a tight fitting, black bodice, accented with leather cords here and there, and a matching black cloak, the hood hanging loosely around her shoulders as the bottom sweeps against the ground. Her emerald amulet, as always, hangs from the silver chain on her neck.
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/me steps softly into the inn, tendrils of soft, golden hair peeking out from underneath sapphire cloak hood. The willowy elf reached up, removing the hood that concealed her face and let it fall back, allowing all of her golden locks to tumble down, parting across her ears and coming to rest somewhere around her shoulders.
6Lovely eyes peer around the room, golden flecks breaking the dark gray hue every so often, sparkling with life. She takes a seat at the bar, ordering up a drink, letting her boots hook onto the rung on the stool and patting down her black tunic, checking for wrinkles. FIX!!
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/me reaches forward, thin fingers emerging from the somewhat loose sleeves of her maroon cloak to push against the overlarge door of the tavern and open it with a slightly loud creak. She turns and pushes the door closed behind her, and then searches for a seat. The hood of her cloak is drawn up around her face, and only a few shining golden blonde tendrils of hair have escaped the hood's clutches. The elf heads for the bar, her walk distinct and graceful, and takes a seat, ordering herself a drink and sipping it quietly.
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/me takes light steps into the Dagger, golden hair and sapphire cloak trailing behind her. Thoughtful eyes, deep, enticing gray, search the room with no particular rhyme or reason. The gold flecks embedded in her eyes sparkle with life. If the sapphire cloak were to be brushed back at her waist, it would reveal that there's more to the elf than meets the eyes, as a detailed scabbard rests there, holding a threatening longsword.
6As it is, the cloak stays where it is supposed to rest and the elf takes a seat, choosing a table at random, calling to the bartender for a drink in a voice that is smooth and light, pleasing to hear.
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/me reaches forward, thin fingers emerging from the
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Aeri` 6And unhindered steps are taken upon the beaten path once again. She had finished her work at the Edificium and decided to join the company of others in the tavern. The porch steps taken by twos and she looks over her shoulder for a moment. A lithe hand lifts to push the door open as she slips within.
Aeri` 6Lithe fingers rise up, so minutely splayed to curl into the cloth of a dark hued hood, drawing it back to make revelation of an Immortal beauty, kept ever youthful through the ages by the essence of the sylvan which runs through her veins. Locks of sterling spun hair left to dangle upon her shoulders, tendrils parted about the minute point of her elven ears. --
Aeri` 6---Tanned flesh drawn close to their bones, violet eyes rest benevolently upon all that passes before her. Air that lain still about her, long silenced whispers of days gone by and centuries that lay now, only in the weathered texts of ancient books.
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