Avvercus
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Faint city sounds bustled, the soft chatter of people and the occasional clatter of hooves on stone and clinks of metal on metal, creating a lovely, relaxing white noise to serenade a cup of afternoon tea. Or so the young woman thought to herself, reclining in a hand-carved wooden chair that sat beneath a canvas just outside of a quaint little tea shop named Jade Essence. The city of Alliria was a wonderful place, full of life and all of society's conveniences. A veritable treasure trove of knowledge just waiting to be put to pen.
She was youthful, firm pale skin and a face free of laughing lines or crows feet. Silver-white hair tumbled down her countenance, the tips of her fine silky locks tickling her shoulders. She reached back with one hand, as if to adjust something there, but her hand only swiped at thin air just below the nape of her neck, causing her to frown. This happened from time to time, muscle memory performing an action that was no longer necessary, as if her hair had been longer once.
She shrugged it off, smiling, enjoying a lazy afternoon. She was perfectly happy and content despite knowing she had just spent the last of her coin, and felt entirely unconcerned.
Avveline Voxinium was a small woman, and her appearance did not inspire confidence in her physical ability. One might think she was quick, but that is where expectation would likely end. Not exactly an intimidating sight for her enemies, or a comforting one for her allies.
But, then again, she had the obvious look of a mage about her. That might inspire some confidence, if not her lithe stature.
And, there was, of course, the arm. The woman’s right arm was strange. The skin was black as a night sky, and dim, pulsing lines of green lanced down it.
Yes, she wasn’t intimidating, but she still drew enough attention. And if she was lucky, she’d catch the eye of someone that could make her a bit of money.
Dingo
She was youthful, firm pale skin and a face free of laughing lines or crows feet. Silver-white hair tumbled down her countenance, the tips of her fine silky locks tickling her shoulders. She reached back with one hand, as if to adjust something there, but her hand only swiped at thin air just below the nape of her neck, causing her to frown. This happened from time to time, muscle memory performing an action that was no longer necessary, as if her hair had been longer once.
She shrugged it off, smiling, enjoying a lazy afternoon. She was perfectly happy and content despite knowing she had just spent the last of her coin, and felt entirely unconcerned.
Avveline Voxinium was a small woman, and her appearance did not inspire confidence in her physical ability. One might think she was quick, but that is where expectation would likely end. Not exactly an intimidating sight for her enemies, or a comforting one for her allies.
But, then again, she had the obvious look of a mage about her. That might inspire some confidence, if not her lithe stature.
And, there was, of course, the arm. The woman’s right arm was strange. The skin was black as a night sky, and dim, pulsing lines of green lanced down it.
Yes, she wasn’t intimidating, but she still drew enough attention. And if she was lucky, she’d catch the eye of someone that could make her a bit of money.
Dingo