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(I am going to warm up my ALT here a little bit. She is an aged Hyur, a character very dear to my heart. What role she will play come Launch I have yet to decide but she is fun to rp none the less.)
The thick wooden doors of the Drowning Dolphin are thrown back, an ageing woman makes her way in, her pace is slow and her gaze unfoccused. Her actual age remaining a mystery, but her mostly grey hair mixed with a few cinnamon strands of aburn red hint that she is likly over 60 at least. The skin on her face is slightly wrinkled around her mouth and eyes, but she has aged well. Pearcing green eyes like summer's grass, with eyebrows downcast and a mouth curled into a frown that has grown on her face for generations.
She wears comon clothes and walks with the aid of a walking cane, theives would find no prize on her, save for a small charm around her neck, tied by a silver necklace.
The aged Hyur finishes her way to a table somewhat out of the way but still visible enough to be seen. Past the young Miq'o'te, past the young Elezen, she takes a seat, her movements slow but deliberate. Her stirn and stoic expression would scare off even the friendliest of foalk from a possible conversation.
Her eyes search for a wile for something, as she pulls her chair closer to the table and allows her cane to rest against the table. Her lips scrunch as she finds her target, the barkeep, and so she will stare, and wait for eye contact.
The thick wooden doors of the Drowning Dolphin are thrown back, an ageing woman makes her way in, her pace is slow and her gaze unfoccused. Her actual age remaining a mystery, but her mostly grey hair mixed with a few cinnamon strands of aburn red hint that she is likly over 60 at least. The skin on her face is slightly wrinkled around her mouth and eyes, but she has aged well. Pearcing green eyes like summer's grass, with eyebrows downcast and a mouth curled into a frown that has grown on her face for generations.
She wears comon clothes and walks with the aid of a walking cane, theives would find no prize on her, save for a small charm around her neck, tied by a silver necklace.
The aged Hyur finishes her way to a table somewhat out of the way but still visible enough to be seen. Past the young Miq'o'te, past the young Elezen, she takes a seat, her movements slow but deliberate. Her stirn and stoic expression would scare off even the friendliest of foalk from a possible conversation.
Her eyes search for a wile for something, as she pulls her chair closer to the table and allows her cane to rest against the table. Her lips scrunch as she finds her target, the barkeep, and so she will stare, and wait for eye contact.
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