Queenie
Queen of Everything
In the back of the crowded wagon, Selari stretched her long legs and rolled her almond shaped golden eyes. The grumblings of the dwarves was sometimes amusing, sometimes annoying yet all the time present. She was tall for an elf and there wasn’t much room back there so she had been switching back and forth between riding and walking in a desperate attempt to keep herself awake, amused and un-crimped. Out of the wagon wasn't much better for amusement. Snooty elves. Well, at least serious looking. Though the other female elf-ish character at least added some enjoyment with her harp .
She hadn't wanted to take on this job, she felt it a definite waste of their talents. "Their" consisted of her and her brother. They spent a lot of time with their heads together whispering, her brother explaining why this was important and her arguing that no amount of money was worth this. And they were going to end up some place that wasn't much better than this trek. She whined and pouted when he put his foot down and decided for them, for that was part of his job. Parts that were determined long ago, almost longer than most human lives lasted. He was the master planner; she was the pretty face, the distraction, the shill. She was even growing tired of that. Mostly because it was too easy.
When she spoke to the others she kept all of those feelings to herself. Well, most of them. She was having a hard time hiding the fact she was bored. She tried to talk to the others to be sociable; after all she came across as open and interested, friendly, easy to talk to, flirty, fun, kind. Some of those things might even be true. But then again conversation depended on two people and she wasn't sure anyone else on this trip was enjoying themselves either. It certainly was an odd group to put together to transport junk.
She slipped out of the wagon and started walking behind it, kicking small rocks, playing with her long deep red hair and daydreaming about big adventures in the wide world.
She hadn't wanted to take on this job, she felt it a definite waste of their talents. "Their" consisted of her and her brother. They spent a lot of time with their heads together whispering, her brother explaining why this was important and her arguing that no amount of money was worth this. And they were going to end up some place that wasn't much better than this trek. She whined and pouted when he put his foot down and decided for them, for that was part of his job. Parts that were determined long ago, almost longer than most human lives lasted. He was the master planner; she was the pretty face, the distraction, the shill. She was even growing tired of that. Mostly because it was too easy.
When she spoke to the others she kept all of those feelings to herself. Well, most of them. She was having a hard time hiding the fact she was bored. She tried to talk to the others to be sociable; after all she came across as open and interested, friendly, easy to talk to, flirty, fun, kind. Some of those things might even be true. But then again conversation depended on two people and she wasn't sure anyone else on this trip was enjoying themselves either. It certainly was an odd group to put together to transport junk.
She slipped out of the wagon and started walking behind it, kicking small rocks, playing with her long deep red hair and daydreaming about big adventures in the wide world.