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| Celestirillias | Jun 7 2008, 05:19 PM |
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The heat didn't come as a bother to the elven woman. Having grown up on an island in the middle of the ocean with a local volcano, the tropical warmth that surrounded her now was almost welcome, as Esiria, the continent from which she came, was significantly cooler than the island she had been born on. Reaching behind her, she pulled her flaming orange hair up and, using ribbons, tied it back. Some of the long strands weren't contained within the mess behind her head, while others tumbled down in gentle spirals. Still others were in extravagant loops, twisting on themselves. Her ears jingled as she turned her head; the gold chains that hung in half-loops from them glinted in the warm sunlight. She was fortunate, wearing a simple sarong of a deep pink and a top to match that wrapped around her neck and exposed her midriff in all its entirety. The latter was plain, the former stitched with exotic-looking flowers in white. She might have gone barefoot, however the men surrounding her had insisted that she wear sandals at the very least. Leather straps twined up her legs, hidden beneath the long sarong. "You really didn't need to come with me, you know," she said softly. The men had been with her since she'd left Eragol's side, travelling the islands that surrounded the two main continents with her as the faithful guards they were. She needed away, to discover what she knew nothing about. "I know, Celestirillias, but we can't have anything happening to you. Lord Eragol would not appreciate his love going missing or - heaven forbid - being murdered while she is not at his side." "Understood, but I would appreciate time to myself. It's bad enough that I must spend my days and nights with you on the ship. I think I can care for myself while we're in a city." She flashed him a warm smile despite her harsh words. The man bowed, waved to his fellow guards, and retreated. He knew when it was time to stop. "We'll come for you when the sun is six hours past midday! That should give you plenty of time." Celest nodded and waved her hand, waiting until they had vanished among the people. She turned and began to walk among the people, violet eyes surveying the crimson buildings with interest. The markings on her cheeks, her abdomen, and back were prominent, but she no longer cared if others saw them. On her back her arbalest was strapped, along with a quiver filled with white feathered arrows. Her eyes strayed to a woman who looked lost. Pausing, Celest chose to watch her, feeling a sense of kinship with her. People stumbled around her almost angrilly. She wasn't sure why she was interested, but there was something... familiar. As if they shared something. She just couldn't identify what. |
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