Tentative footsteps brought a rather slight figure down the beaten road towards the notorious Red Dragon Inn. Naked toes just barely shod by a pair of thong, leather laced sandals bore tired marks of a long day's travels. Wide eyes stood out in stark contrast to the porcelain of her face, and a frame of sable tumbles served as a midnight border to the whole of her owlish features. The strange woman?s eyes danced this way and that, absorbent, as they were oddly omniscient. Those timid steps took her up the creaking stairs, and willowy hands that echoed the paleness of her face took the minute, cloaked figure inside the warm berth of the bar.
The amiable roil washed over the small woman, the gentle murmur of the patrons, the soft warmth of the hearth and all the minor clamor of bodies that crowded the bar, even the lanterns that hung above and echoed their light; for a moment she seemed overcome, over stimulated. She did not speak, but listened, eyes still sweeping in a manner of curiosity that was child like in its innocence.
The bustling bartender form of Aja winding her boisterous spell behind the counter this particular night, was given the bulk of the lithe figure?s intensely studious gaze. Something about Tootsie rolls? Blinking, ever curious, the slight figure made her way to an empty stool, pale hands folded neatly on the bar. Not missing a beat, the tendress gave a nod to the quiet maid. ?Wha?cha need??
A gentle smile partnered an oddly melodic voice, and the quiet woman responded after a long moment. ?Water perhaps??
Ever on her game, Aja was speedy in the process of delivering a cold, iced glass to the little woman. Other patrons were gathered this night, but it was a crowd of good-natured demeanor, and the quiet figure soon found the slight tension through her shoulders melting in time with the ice in her water. After more inquisitive prompting, it was soon common knowledge to Aja that this queer maiden?s name was Sera, she didn?t talk much, had the attention span of a wide-eyed babe, and the tentative social skills of a dove. For all these endearing faults, the slight, dark eyed woman was very friendly, and soon had a long string of names to echo back to the minor crowd; Maranya, Sivanna, Neo, Alec, and of course, Aja herself who had been the warm initiate for this quiet slip of a creature.
A small, delightfully adorable series of events were noted during the minute interactions. The water Sera had been given was soon dropped, shattering across the floor in a wash of wet glass; it was replaced with a water bottle. The cap defeated the small woman, and Alec?s gloved hands soon showed her how the battle could be won. The gloved hands lead to an interesting chirrup of delight as pale, lissome fingers seeking out to the larger, leather covered ones. The Journeyman obliged her curiosity and explained the garment that she found so odd.
Anya had gotten herself a new subject to study for the night, because she found Sera?s actions to be like that of a patient woken from a coma, suffering from amnesia. It wasn?t far fetched considering the fly away look of her midnight hair with it?s three feathers tucked behind one ear, nor the mirror-like shine of her wide, fae eyes. Neo at one point, pleasantly sloshed and in the throws of his Ring, spread a glowing blue pair of wings. This served as a true distraction for the easily impressed maiden, and awe struck her still. It was only Maranya?s sweet, husky tone that drew her wide eyes back to the matter at hand? Sera wanted to show the doctor something.
Deep looking scars, still pink and fleshy-red from recent healing, dotted parallel, jagged ovals on slender calves, as did another mirrored pair just below the line of her neck between the bows of jutting shoulder blades. The dark eyed woman seemed to have learned modesty from someone, because the last and largest of the horrifying looking scars remained hidden beneath the soft linen of her little white summer dress. A small conversation ensued, and the mysterious nature of Sera?s demeanor coupled with the series of gruesome looking scars, sealed the Doctor?s interest for the rest of the evening.
Aja?s prodding continued, and Sera obliged, filling in the blanks as best she could. Origins were an unknown, and that voice, so much like a silvery songbird trapped uttering human dulcets, echoed softly here and there.
?I do not know?? She offered lightly, slender shoulders, slight little things they were, giving a small shrug. Short, simple, and utterly true.
Her replies, for whom ever spoke to her for the remainder of the Twilight Zone evening, were clipped. It would seem her minute manner of speaking was out of a habit born around unused linguistics, insecurity in the application of terms, and an undying thirst to listen. Listening was something the small, dark woman did without much effort. Those eyes, so resembling polished, precious onyx, reflected as much as they absorbed. Willowy fingers favored a soft, cradling cage around the bottle of her water while she watched, finger tips occasionally straying to trace the fine filigree of condensation that blossomed it?s moist fog along the plastic.
More quirky, mundane experiences were suffered by the dark eyed maiden before her mysterious departure at the end of her visit. She discovered very quickly that tequila tasted AWFUL, and that Alec was well mannered at drinking lots of it, as was Sivanna, the pretty elven cleric. The smirking journeyman gave the gawffing maiden a little chuckle.
?Yeah. Smooth stuff, isn?t it?? Was his mildly amused response to her self introduction to the remnants of his class.
A sudden, child like shake of her head was given while lissome fingers whisked one of the three, feathers from her sable tresses. Proceeding to correct her gloved friend, Sera slid the soft tip down the line of Alec?s gloved palm; though the gesture was lost, because she did not yet understand the dark covering of his gloves.
?No? this is smooth.? She added for emphasis, dark eyes gentle, though more directed to the thin, white treasure she traced the leather with rather than the leather itself; those feathers were special it seemed, odd white curios they were.
Sage eyes regarded her new-found friends in a gentle manner before slipping away to the large frame of the Inn?s door. Like the suddenness when one blew out the flame of a candle, Sera was gone. One moment she was there, the next, poof; though without the whisper of serpentine smoke to signal her inexplicable disappearance. Meddlesome nexus?. That was the last thing she?d met that night.
The amiable roil washed over the small woman, the gentle murmur of the patrons, the soft warmth of the hearth and all the minor clamor of bodies that crowded the bar, even the lanterns that hung above and echoed their light; for a moment she seemed overcome, over stimulated. She did not speak, but listened, eyes still sweeping in a manner of curiosity that was child like in its innocence.
The bustling bartender form of Aja winding her boisterous spell behind the counter this particular night, was given the bulk of the lithe figure?s intensely studious gaze. Something about Tootsie rolls? Blinking, ever curious, the slight figure made her way to an empty stool, pale hands folded neatly on the bar. Not missing a beat, the tendress gave a nod to the quiet maid. ?Wha?cha need??
A gentle smile partnered an oddly melodic voice, and the quiet woman responded after a long moment. ?Water perhaps??
Ever on her game, Aja was speedy in the process of delivering a cold, iced glass to the little woman. Other patrons were gathered this night, but it was a crowd of good-natured demeanor, and the quiet figure soon found the slight tension through her shoulders melting in time with the ice in her water. After more inquisitive prompting, it was soon common knowledge to Aja that this queer maiden?s name was Sera, she didn?t talk much, had the attention span of a wide-eyed babe, and the tentative social skills of a dove. For all these endearing faults, the slight, dark eyed woman was very friendly, and soon had a long string of names to echo back to the minor crowd; Maranya, Sivanna, Neo, Alec, and of course, Aja herself who had been the warm initiate for this quiet slip of a creature.
A small, delightfully adorable series of events were noted during the minute interactions. The water Sera had been given was soon dropped, shattering across the floor in a wash of wet glass; it was replaced with a water bottle. The cap defeated the small woman, and Alec?s gloved hands soon showed her how the battle could be won. The gloved hands lead to an interesting chirrup of delight as pale, lissome fingers seeking out to the larger, leather covered ones. The Journeyman obliged her curiosity and explained the garment that she found so odd.
Anya had gotten herself a new subject to study for the night, because she found Sera?s actions to be like that of a patient woken from a coma, suffering from amnesia. It wasn?t far fetched considering the fly away look of her midnight hair with it?s three feathers tucked behind one ear, nor the mirror-like shine of her wide, fae eyes. Neo at one point, pleasantly sloshed and in the throws of his Ring, spread a glowing blue pair of wings. This served as a true distraction for the easily impressed maiden, and awe struck her still. It was only Maranya?s sweet, husky tone that drew her wide eyes back to the matter at hand? Sera wanted to show the doctor something.
Deep looking scars, still pink and fleshy-red from recent healing, dotted parallel, jagged ovals on slender calves, as did another mirrored pair just below the line of her neck between the bows of jutting shoulder blades. The dark eyed woman seemed to have learned modesty from someone, because the last and largest of the horrifying looking scars remained hidden beneath the soft linen of her little white summer dress. A small conversation ensued, and the mysterious nature of Sera?s demeanor coupled with the series of gruesome looking scars, sealed the Doctor?s interest for the rest of the evening.
Aja?s prodding continued, and Sera obliged, filling in the blanks as best she could. Origins were an unknown, and that voice, so much like a silvery songbird trapped uttering human dulcets, echoed softly here and there.
?I do not know?? She offered lightly, slender shoulders, slight little things they were, giving a small shrug. Short, simple, and utterly true.
Her replies, for whom ever spoke to her for the remainder of the Twilight Zone evening, were clipped. It would seem her minute manner of speaking was out of a habit born around unused linguistics, insecurity in the application of terms, and an undying thirst to listen. Listening was something the small, dark woman did without much effort. Those eyes, so resembling polished, precious onyx, reflected as much as they absorbed. Willowy fingers favored a soft, cradling cage around the bottle of her water while she watched, finger tips occasionally straying to trace the fine filigree of condensation that blossomed it?s moist fog along the plastic.
More quirky, mundane experiences were suffered by the dark eyed maiden before her mysterious departure at the end of her visit. She discovered very quickly that tequila tasted AWFUL, and that Alec was well mannered at drinking lots of it, as was Sivanna, the pretty elven cleric. The smirking journeyman gave the gawffing maiden a little chuckle.
?Yeah. Smooth stuff, isn?t it?? Was his mildly amused response to her self introduction to the remnants of his class.
A sudden, child like shake of her head was given while lissome fingers whisked one of the three, feathers from her sable tresses. Proceeding to correct her gloved friend, Sera slid the soft tip down the line of Alec?s gloved palm; though the gesture was lost, because she did not yet understand the dark covering of his gloves.
?No? this is smooth.? She added for emphasis, dark eyes gentle, though more directed to the thin, white treasure she traced the leather with rather than the leather itself; those feathers were special it seemed, odd white curios they were.
Sage eyes regarded her new-found friends in a gentle manner before slipping away to the large frame of the Inn?s door. Like the suddenness when one blew out the flame of a candle, Sera was gone. One moment she was there, the next, poof; though without the whisper of serpentine smoke to signal her inexplicable disappearance. Meddlesome nexus?. That was the last thing she?d met that night.