| Well, it almost seemed that the shadows themselves moved when she finally appeared before the one watching her, dressed in all black, from the leather boots and breeches, to the black cloak that covered whatever shirt might be hidden beneath there. Then, slipping free of the cloak, one nearly ebon hand would lift up to lightly rest on her lips, silencing her watcher. "Silence, is a virtue, er so 'm told." She'd seemed so elegant in her speech, before she let that accent she learned from her adopted mother slip free. Beneath the cloak, revealed by her simple action, was a tunic of such a bright emerald green it made one wonder why she wore it with such black apparel. The answer though, lay in those bright blue eyes, and that dusky skin, reminding one more of twilight than the inky blackness of the Underdark. That glorious hair that so contrasted with her skin was a bone-white color. Then, with a grin revealing those bright white teeth, she turned, and vanished into the shadows. |