| A fiesty grin crossed the purely elven face as she sat in the tree. Those fiery red locks fell just past her ears, covering that signal of her elven blood, but that angular, structured face betrayed her blood, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Her eyes were such a deep green that under the right lighting, or lack thereof, they'd look as black as coal. She wore bright clothes of blues, reds, and greens, playing up those looks of hers. One leg pulled up and around the branch so both legs sat on the same side of the limb, then she hopped down, showing off that skinny frame, encased in such bright cottons and leathers. That rich laughter bubbled from her lips as she spun, so completely the elven spirit that her mother hardly recognized her own blood in the girl. She'd then turn to the beholder with such a wicked, gleeful look on tanned features. "Name's Leuthil, and I have such an awful plan, wanna be part of it?" As soon as the beholder would agree she'd let that impish laugh escape her lips as she spun and took off, blending into the trees so beautifully. |