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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 4711974" data-attributes="member: 82679">Abrielle felt the discerning eyes of someone around her, judging her appearance and manners. "It is not like the greasy stares of drunk men, drooling over my backside. This is... different." The elf continued enjoying her mild tea and paid no apparent heed to the situation, instated taking pleasure in the lazy, warm Eleasis afternoon and the apparent calmness of this small town.    Abrielle was a radiant girl of a tiny frame, with delicate features and a beguiling smile. Her hair flowed in waves down to her shoulders, the colour of molten copper, and her eyes shone with the bright green of spring leaves. Her teeth - white and straight, were hidden behind delicate red lips, that now displayed a faint smile. Abrielle's skin was of a light brown tint, common for a sun elf, and her body was slender and delicate, with a thin waist and round breasts. Today, the girl was dressed in a dark green dress with ornate embroiders of leaves woven in to it with orange string, and wore small round earings made of polished copper.    Abrielle was feeling good about her choice to escape a boring life as a spellcaster in Evermeet. She was no longer defendant on anyone but herself, and contrary to her parents predictions, her talent for music and dance had given her a means of meeting ends meet. "And in a very pleasant way at that, - the girl thought, as she slowly looked around the diner and nearby square. - I have the free spirited blood of my seven times great grandmother. She was a traveling minstrel just like me! And her life was no poorer than that of my serious father or pious mother."    Abrielle was glad she had managed to escape her father's hired men, and she had even taken a liking to Harrowdale and it's simple ways. She had very little contact with humans on Evermeet - in fact, she had seen more sentient horses out in the wilds, than humans in the taverns.    The human race fascinated the young elven girl - their lives were so short, that everything around them seemed to move at an unnatural pace. Abrielle had been in this town for only a few short days, and already she had been approached by dozens of lads and men alike, some offering dinner and wine, others - a ride out to a nearby meadow. Some were even shameless enough to invite her to their rooms!    The elven girl was enjoying all the attention she received here, and had decided to stay as long as the weather permitted, before going south to escape the harsh winters of the Dale.    Now, Abrielle had lost herself in thoughts of men, adventures and even stories about the region she had heard around in the taverns <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1980579/" target="_blank">Bardic Knowledge: 7+4=11</a> .     Abrielle's thoughts were drifting from one topic to the other, even taking her so far as to wander if she could become a Harper some day. As naturally distracted as the girl was, she still noticed a curious looking elven woman standing next a mule in the plaza. She was not a sun elf, that much was apparent, and her silver hair and somewhat wild eyes made her interesting for the young bard. Abrielle met the intimidating stare of the other woman and smiled, full of charm as usual, and then waved to the strange looking elf to come over and sit with her. "Oh this is truly wonderful, meeting new people and making new friends. My parents were wrong about the outside world! It's not all monsters and villains."</blockquote>

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