A small figure, barely able to be distinguished as female,hesitantly opened the door the the tavern. She was a wanderer, a thinker, a singer, a poet. She was a bard and needed a place to stay for a bit. From what she could see, Annaleesia (Anna-lee-see-uh) believed she was alone. With a smile she pushed the door open just far enough for her slight, 5' tall, 100 pound body to enter.
Folding back her hood and letting the fabric pool around her shoulders, Annaleesia began to unwrap herself. She was always cold during this time of year and the only way to keep herself warm was dress in copius amounts of layers. Spotting the closest chair, a big, cozy one near the fireplace, she decided to 'camp' there. She draped her coat, her heavy shawl, her scarf, and her gloves on the back of the chair but left her long sleeved shirt. Without all the layers it was easy enough to see she was a woman, about 20. Her hair, white as the snow that lay on the ground outside was long and extended far past her rear when down. As it was, she had it pulled into a high, but loose, ponytail and had ties all down it leaving only about a foot completely loose at the end. Her dainty body was accented perfectly by the clothing she wore: a form fitting, long sleeve shirt, holes cut in the sleeves for her thumbs, hooded and high necked, and a long trailing skirt with strings of beaded fabric making sort of overskirt over it. The beads trailed behind her as she walked making a pleasant sound.
She stood in front of the fire holding her hands out towards it. She'd taken off all of her protective layers except for what appeared to be some sort of furred neckpiece. Any who got close enough would realize that the dark creature was actually living...
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