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Old 09-13-2003, 06:49 AM   #19
Lumiel
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With a creak and a swing, the door of the inn opened and in stepped a small, slight figure. A first impression would give one the idea of a young woman near or just begun adulthood. A long, dark grey cloak swished softly around her body as she turned to close the door behind her.

She stood about 5'6" tall and wore a dark grey tunic and pants beneath the cloak with a dark brown belt bound about her waist, a sword hanging at her left side in a dark leather-bound sheath. Her small pale hands looked gentle and fragile as they eased the door back into the doorway, and only from her nose and below was visible due to the shadow of the cowl. Several large locks of hair fell forward from her hood and they were dark brown with somewhat subdued fiery golden flecks appearing as the lesser light within the inn shone on them. She turned on knee-high dark brown boots and stepped lightly to a table and sat, looking as if she were uncomfortable as her lips pressed together slightly.

She put her small hands on the table and put them softly together as she looked about the Inn, taking in all that she saw with a curiosity unique to her. For a moment, her discomfort passed and a small smile appeared on her fair face while she looked about her.

She then looked down to her hands and listened, not because she was nosy, but because she wanted to know what kind of people these were. She was a bit confused by it all, but from what she gathered they were a kind, decent people, and at that thought her shoulders eased a bit more. She pulled down her hood now that she felt sure she was in a safe enviroment, though her father would have scolded her for it.

Her long brown hair arrayed itself on her back and shoulders, reaching to just over half-way down her back. Her hand reached up and brushed her hair behind one plainly elven ear as her now visible eyes looked about again. They were of a strange color, a blue-green which seemed to alternate between the two depending on the light and her mood. At the moment they were almost a hazel, their color indescernable as either green or blue, but rather a mixture of both. As she glanced around, she wondered which of the persons here was the Inn Keeper, for she would need a place to stay.
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