Post by Silence on Jan 5, 2008 9:38:39 GMT -5
At first glance, she was just another Bosmer wearing a blue cloak, strolling down the cobbled pavements of Skingrad.
But when one looked closer, they would note how the Bosmer constantly glanced over her shoulder, and how she seemed to be always muttering to herself. Perhaps they would also note the slight resemblance between this Bosmer and the city's resident oddball, the paranoid Bosmer Glarthir, who was supposed to be harmless.
If one looked even closer, they would see how the hand of this Bosmer constantly strayed to tap on the hilt of her shortsword, which she wore with such ease. They might even notice the close resemblance between this Bosmer and Maedrena, the Bosmer entertainer accused of trying to assassinate the Count of Bravil.
Perhaps it was just as well that nobody paid any close attention the Silence, who kept her face averted, not meeting the gaze of anyone, and not showing off her unusual eye colour. Silence had dyed her hair yet again, this time with black, and streaks of dark golden brown. She wasn't at all comfortable strolling down the streets in broad daylight, but it was high time she paid her brother Glarthir a visit. It had been too long since the two had met. Seemed to be before she and Kalikir went on that fateful, frightful trip to entertain the Count of Bravil, which ended in the two of them being accused of murder. The Black Horse Courier was practically flying with joy. It wasn't often such news happened that they were allowed to report.
Mumbling distractedly to herself, Silence drew her blue cloak even tighter around herself, glancing over her shoulder every now and then to make sure nobody was following her. Glarthir will never forgive her if someone eavesdropped on them during their discussions, especially when the concerned one of the residents who had been tailing him.
((Sorry. I was bored. XD))
But when one looked closer, they would note how the Bosmer constantly glanced over her shoulder, and how she seemed to be always muttering to herself. Perhaps they would also note the slight resemblance between this Bosmer and the city's resident oddball, the paranoid Bosmer Glarthir, who was supposed to be harmless.
If one looked even closer, they would see how the hand of this Bosmer constantly strayed to tap on the hilt of her shortsword, which she wore with such ease. They might even notice the close resemblance between this Bosmer and Maedrena, the Bosmer entertainer accused of trying to assassinate the Count of Bravil.
Perhaps it was just as well that nobody paid any close attention the Silence, who kept her face averted, not meeting the gaze of anyone, and not showing off her unusual eye colour. Silence had dyed her hair yet again, this time with black, and streaks of dark golden brown. She wasn't at all comfortable strolling down the streets in broad daylight, but it was high time she paid her brother Glarthir a visit. It had been too long since the two had met. Seemed to be before she and Kalikir went on that fateful, frightful trip to entertain the Count of Bravil, which ended in the two of them being accused of murder. The Black Horse Courier was practically flying with joy. It wasn't often such news happened that they were allowed to report.
Mumbling distractedly to herself, Silence drew her blue cloak even tighter around herself, glancing over her shoulder every now and then to make sure nobody was following her. Glarthir will never forgive her if someone eavesdropped on them during their discussions, especially when the concerned one of the residents who had been tailing him.
((Sorry. I was bored. XD))