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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 4068694" data-attributes="member: 4936">As if on cue, a woman comes down into the common room. Conversation pauses in a ripple around her as she descends. This is at least partly due to her looks, no doubt, as she is of surpassing loveliness. Her face is a perfect oval, framed by a wild shock of gleaming silver-white hair through which is wound a tiara of gleaming mithril with a single sapphire over her forehead; all the more unusual for that her skin is a deep tan, perhaps a shade lighter than Caerwyn's own skin. Where his is tough and leathery though; hardened by sun and elements, hers is soft and delicate looking, supple and flawless in complexion. Her eyes are a stormy grey-blue, like the ocean on a cloudy day. She wears a simple gown that hugs her figure before blossoming into a narrow skirt at her hips. Over it she has an odd sort of overgarment a little like a poncho made from a piece of cloth that's sheer enough to show her silhouette through, colored bright yellow around her shoulders but fading down into a deep violet around her thighs with the interface between them being jagged and irregular. At both sides, it is open, allowing her bare mocha arms to move freely. Around her shoulders sits a stone grey traveling cloak, with the hood down and buried under her hair.There was also something to what Uulark had said. Despite the relative simplicity of her garb, the woman carried herself with all the unthinking confidence and grace of royalty. All good reasons for the momentary cessation of speech around her. Another, likely more compelling, was that she was flying.Well. Floating. An adventurer who'd seen mages flying would know the difference. She was drifting down from the floor above, simply dropping straight down instead of actually using the steps. The fall was slow, and her clothes and hair were whipping wildly as if in a gale, though no wind stirred around her. Not FAR around at least, though there was a twisting dervish under her feet that dissolved as she landed within it. When it faded, so too did whatever was blowing over and around her.She then brushed off her hands, affecting an air as if nothing unusual had happened as she approached the others. Each of the adventurers feels the weight of her gaze in turn, and her full lips curve in an expression of amusement."Caerwyn, Uulark," she chides in a rich, slightly throaty voice, "I thought we might get some fresh air...I didn't realize it was fresher upstairs. Who are your...friends?"</blockquote>

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