Thick, dark clouds blanketed the skies over Gridania, leaving it uncertain whether it was morning, evening, or possibly even night. Â A cool rain fell steadily across the city, as hunters, traders, woodworkers and adventurers alike scrambled through the shower seeking cover, many deciding to wait out the rain alongside a tall mug within the Carline Canopy.
The tavern was half-full with patrons, but overflowing with laughter, conversation and song. Â Mugs were clanged together in toasts, silverware scraped on plates, and a particularly inebriated elezen woman stumbled over nothing, hitting the floor with a resounding thud.
Her companions helped her back to her feet, after a well-earned laugh at her expense.
A light-skinned miqo'te woman sat near the wide, ever open door, watching the downpour with a smile as she sipped at her mead. Â Her dark red hair spilled past her shoulders in wild curls, framing a round face, and feral eyes of such a pure emerald-green that they seemed to softly glow. Â She wore a simple, hunter-green camise that formed tightly over her frame, with a skirt that stretched to her ankles of a matching color, and earrings crafted of true emerald swayed proudly from her ears.
She threw back the last of her drink, and set the mug down with a satisfied sigh. Â She then turned around to look about the room as her ears twitched, but, not seeming to find what she was looking for, she slumped back against her table with a disappointed frown.
The tavern was half-full with patrons, but overflowing with laughter, conversation and song. Â Mugs were clanged together in toasts, silverware scraped on plates, and a particularly inebriated elezen woman stumbled over nothing, hitting the floor with a resounding thud.
Her companions helped her back to her feet, after a well-earned laugh at her expense.
A light-skinned miqo'te woman sat near the wide, ever open door, watching the downpour with a smile as she sipped at her mead. Â Her dark red hair spilled past her shoulders in wild curls, framing a round face, and feral eyes of such a pure emerald-green that they seemed to softly glow. Â She wore a simple, hunter-green camise that formed tightly over her frame, with a skirt that stretched to her ankles of a matching color, and earrings crafted of true emerald swayed proudly from her ears.
She threw back the last of her drink, and set the mug down with a satisfied sigh. Â She then turned around to look about the room as her ears twitched, but, not seeming to find what she was looking for, she slumped back against her table with a disappointed frown.
