03-04-2011, 04:03 AM
Aneira noticed the glances from a new fellow in the bar. Although she did not look back herself. not just yet. He was pretending to not even take a look after all, so she should play along with his game. She raised her hand slightly, the sleeve of the large cloak fell back just slightly. Reveling a bit of her red skin. Along with her hands. They were torn apart, rugged, scared from so many times of pulling the large bow to its max. The bartender brought her another pint. Her current one was not even half way gone just yet. She took another sip of the current one before fixing her cloak slightly to cover everything. For all she knew, this male next to her could have been a hunter. "How long are you going to watch me?" She finally asked. Her voice could have been very intimating depending on whoever was listening.
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