Queenie
Queen of Everything
Lola Flameseeker kept her ruby hood up as she wandered through the large city. She felt right at home here, having traveled from another large city at the end of a river that had been her home for many years. This city was new to her, though she had friends who told many a tale and traveled between the two cities frequently. She'd bump into someone eventually.
She kept her deep violet eyes open for anything of note, namely sparkly treasures and rich people lazily brandishing money about, shops filled with shiny goodies and innocent, foolish travelers unawares of pitfalls - like her.
She kept to the crowds for now, disappearing into them unseen as she explored, spending hours walking up and down the streets. Eventually she grew bored, nothing having jumped out to her as an exciting adventure just yet. She usually liked to know an area before she chose a mark anyway. She found herself standing outside the Frosty Blaze.
She looks at the sign and gives a little "Humph," out loud to no one before entering.
She sweeps into the room and swings her cloak off, a rather revealing plum dress underneath. She smooths down her very long blond hair, comes to the bar and sits, crossing her legs at the knee. She taps a slender finger on the bar.
"What's the strongest beverage you have, barkeep?"
As she waited for him to come to her, she caressed one of the long ivory horns on her head, and her tail swung back and forth and back and forth rhythmically.
She kept her deep violet eyes open for anything of note, namely sparkly treasures and rich people lazily brandishing money about, shops filled with shiny goodies and innocent, foolish travelers unawares of pitfalls - like her.
She kept to the crowds for now, disappearing into them unseen as she explored, spending hours walking up and down the streets. Eventually she grew bored, nothing having jumped out to her as an exciting adventure just yet. She usually liked to know an area before she chose a mark anyway. She found herself standing outside the Frosty Blaze.
She looks at the sign and gives a little "Humph," out loud to no one before entering.
She sweeps into the room and swings her cloak off, a rather revealing plum dress underneath. She smooths down her very long blond hair, comes to the bar and sits, crossing her legs at the knee. She taps a slender finger on the bar.
"What's the strongest beverage you have, barkeep?"
As she waited for him to come to her, she caressed one of the long ivory horns on her head, and her tail swung back and forth and back and forth rhythmically.
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