Post by Dusty on May 24, 2022 2:25:16 GMT
A red cloak. A girl. A red cloak, a girl in the red cloak. Roaming the streets of Praach, late at night. The moonlight shining on that red cloak. A contrast between the streets, blood red while the moon shined down on her. Her face covered - strings of black hair escaping her cloak. Silky hair. Well kept. A sigil; binding the cloak around her neck that covers the rest of her. It reached down to her boots. Boots of a noble - everything about her was noble. But there was something incredibly uncanny about her.
Anyone gazing upon her visage would look away from her instantly. The tense air around her makes it even hard to look at her. Anyone who did hesitated for a moment. All they could see was her fancy clothes, her elegant cloak - but she looked like she didn’t belong. As if her very being was a perversion of nature.
In a way - it was. In another - it wasn’t. A contradiction.
As the mystery woman walked about the streets until she stopped outside of a tavern. A belly of information - she was looking for something. Something from her past. Something she had neglected for a long time. It meant a lot to her to find it. And the starting point had to be in a place where secrets were spoke in hushed whispers, in a place where the walls didn’t just have ears. They also had eyes.
Make her presence known. And the best place? Here.
So she put her hands onto the door, walking in and just hearing the room go silent. She stood out - of course she did. A girl with skin like snow, in a royal red cloak. Something from stories. But this story she had started weave would be anything but just.
She would approach the bar, whispers being heard all around her. Mutterings. Common-folk avoiding eyes, trying to focus on their drinks. The girl would walk up, sit down. And pull out a piece of paper.
"Hi. I am but a newfound babe, lost - alone. I need truth and secrets, muttered words that none would speak aloud."
The way she spoke, somehow direct and indirect. Anyone hearing her would just give her a look. What in the seven hells did she just say? Why was she speaking like that? Who...?
"I seek those who detailed the story of Evie The Mad."
Silence.