| Well, it wasn't hard to see the elven princess for what she was, noble. Her molten golden hair fell down to midback, a small braid pulled from the hair that would fall in her face, to fall down her back, atop the rest of her loose hair. Her back was perfectly straight, making her look tall in the decadent oak chair she sat in. Her features so perfectly angled, not so sharp to make her face look like cut glass, but enough to give a look of perfection to that mocha toned skin. She gently licked her lips as she smoothed that pale green dress over her lap, her fingers long and elegant, looking as though they'd never seen a day of hard work, when in reality she spent all the time she could training with bow and sword. She heard a few nearby compliments, from some of the courtiers, and, as though on cue, she smiled lightly and ducked her head towards her shoulder gently. Though, those lilac eyes soon opened again to move around intently, what one would never guess was the fire and chaos teeming within her soul. "My name, is Dyrania Arakent, I would be much obliged if you called me that." |