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<blockquote data-quote="Nergal Pendragon" data-source="post: 6517112" data-attributes="member: 6777649"><p>Ilyana examines herself in the mirror as she prepares for her show. Her fiery-red hair, which stretches all the way down to her shoulder blades, is held out of her face by a braid that circles across her forehead. Included in the braid are several tiny bells, intended to make noise as she moves. Her elven ears are prominently on display, with each one having a small faux-silver disc depicting the sun hanging from a lobe and a small band copper circling the folded skin halfway to the tips. Her eyes stare at her reflection with careful scrutiny, the liquid-gold irises taking in every aspect of her appearance to make certain it is just right. Including the lipstick she had chosen for this performance, which she knows she is gambling on but had to use due to her normal preference being temporarily unavailable.</p><p></p><p>Her outfit is her dancing costume. The red top is somewhat clingy, designed to help reduce motion problems while still looking good, and leaves her stomach bare while having semi-see through yellow sleeves; the bottom of the top it also designed with numerous bells along its bottom, to add noise to her dancing. Over it, as is standard for when she's in the Inn, she wears a red vest decorated with yellow depictions of people dancing; the vest also has a hidden sheath for a dagger, and one is currently secreted there. She wears three layers of skirts, each thin, which alternate between red and yellow in color; the first stops halfway down the length of the second, and the second stops midway between the first and third. The third stops just below her knees, revealing the red skin-hugging pants she wore beneath them. Each skirt also had bells on the bottom of it, and more bells could be seen on silver-looking bracelets and anklets she wore. Her shoes were slightly heeled, also red, and designed as much for dancing as for walking. To add to it, she wore a sash as a belt, covering her belt pouch and decorated with bells along one end; she could also use the sash during her dancing as a veil. She also carries her lute with her, in case she needs it for storytelling.</p><p></p><p>Her wand is also hidden on her belt, though it appears to be more a stick of wood carved with images of faeries and elves in play; it is positioned for easy draw, as she often uses it for storytelling, pointing things out or pretending it is a sword in combat stories. She smiles as she pulls it out and looks at it; the carving itself was Elven in origin, and secreted within the depictions was her name in Elven. A left-over reminder of her father as much as a key to the wild magic she controls.</p><p></p><p>She then looks herself in the mirror one more time, frowning more as she considered her appearance. It was never perfect. She made a mental note to save up money and see the local tailor about adding more personal touches to the outfit. After all, her audience deserves her best, and she is certain this is far from her best. And every bit of effort helps make the world slightly better.</p><p></p><p>Then, she shakes her head. That is something for another time. She then picks up her lute, turns, and walks toward the stage. It is time and there are spirits to lift and people who need their dreary days made all the better. She smiles to herself, the thought of making people smile with her words and singing causing her own heart to soar.</p><p></p><p>As she steps up on the stage, she sets the lute down in the middle and walks toward the edge. More people tonight, so she needs to give it even more of an effort. She then raises her arms, shaking both them and her hips so the ringing from the bells draws attention. Once she has at least some, she speaks.</p><p></p><p><strong>"It's quite the crowd in here! And I've heard you've all worked very hard today! So, how about I work just as hard to make the day's ills fade?"</strong> She grins. <strong>"Why don't we start with a tale? And, why not a tale of this very building? Ostler gave me a wonderful account of how it came to be named, and I just can't help but share it!"</strong></p><p></p><p>An obvious, blatant lie and she doesn't even try to hide it. But, she's just trying to entertain.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nergal Pendragon, post: 6517112, member: 6777649"] Ilyana examines herself in the mirror as she prepares for her show. Her fiery-red hair, which stretches all the way down to her shoulder blades, is held out of her face by a braid that circles across her forehead. Included in the braid are several tiny bells, intended to make noise as she moves. Her elven ears are prominently on display, with each one having a small faux-silver disc depicting the sun hanging from a lobe and a small band copper circling the folded skin halfway to the tips. Her eyes stare at her reflection with careful scrutiny, the liquid-gold irises taking in every aspect of her appearance to make certain it is just right. Including the lipstick she had chosen for this performance, which she knows she is gambling on but had to use due to her normal preference being temporarily unavailable. Her outfit is her dancing costume. The red top is somewhat clingy, designed to help reduce motion problems while still looking good, and leaves her stomach bare while having semi-see through yellow sleeves; the bottom of the top it also designed with numerous bells along its bottom, to add noise to her dancing. Over it, as is standard for when she's in the Inn, she wears a red vest decorated with yellow depictions of people dancing; the vest also has a hidden sheath for a dagger, and one is currently secreted there. She wears three layers of skirts, each thin, which alternate between red and yellow in color; the first stops halfway down the length of the second, and the second stops midway between the first and third. The third stops just below her knees, revealing the red skin-hugging pants she wore beneath them. Each skirt also had bells on the bottom of it, and more bells could be seen on silver-looking bracelets and anklets she wore. Her shoes were slightly heeled, also red, and designed as much for dancing as for walking. To add to it, she wore a sash as a belt, covering her belt pouch and decorated with bells along one end; she could also use the sash during her dancing as a veil. She also carries her lute with her, in case she needs it for storytelling. Her wand is also hidden on her belt, though it appears to be more a stick of wood carved with images of faeries and elves in play; it is positioned for easy draw, as she often uses it for storytelling, pointing things out or pretending it is a sword in combat stories. She smiles as she pulls it out and looks at it; the carving itself was Elven in origin, and secreted within the depictions was her name in Elven. A left-over reminder of her father as much as a key to the wild magic she controls. She then looks herself in the mirror one more time, frowning more as she considered her appearance. It was never perfect. She made a mental note to save up money and see the local tailor about adding more personal touches to the outfit. After all, her audience deserves her best, and she is certain this is far from her best. And every bit of effort helps make the world slightly better. Then, she shakes her head. That is something for another time. She then picks up her lute, turns, and walks toward the stage. It is time and there are spirits to lift and people who need their dreary days made all the better. She smiles to herself, the thought of making people smile with her words and singing causing her own heart to soar. As she steps up on the stage, she sets the lute down in the middle and walks toward the edge. More people tonight, so she needs to give it even more of an effort. She then raises her arms, shaking both them and her hips so the ringing from the bells draws attention. Once she has at least some, she speaks. [B]"It's quite the crowd in here! And I've heard you've all worked very hard today! So, how about I work just as hard to make the day's ills fade?"[/B] She grins. [B]"Why don't we start with a tale? And, why not a tale of this very building? Ostler gave me a wonderful account of how it came to be named, and I just can't help but share it!"[/B] An obvious, blatant lie and she doesn't even try to hide it. But, she's just trying to entertain. [/QUOTE]
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