Spiral bound book in hand, she scrawled away, illegible loops and convoluted handwriting sprawling vividly across the crisp pages, crazy symbols drawn hastily in the margins. Robotically, her hand led the pen in elaborate patterns, a seemingly dull sketch bearing no intrinsic merit spawning upon the obscurity of the pages, though, soon, the weightless dance bore fruit, a detailed depiction of the gawking woman and the company that followed in her wake, readily apparent now. She performed an elaborate pantomime of keeping quiet, focused solely on the task at hand.<br/><br/>In art and creativity, spirits rise, in stories we are enthralled and elevated. So enthralled, in fact, that it took her several lengthy moments and a personal wakeup call to snap her back into attention. Luscious lashes fluttered over the deep pools of her eyes and the distinct creaking of leather tore through the air as the tome in her hand cracked shut with an azurite shower of gleaming runes and signs to show for the effort.<br/><br/>It was only just now that she realised the show had ended and furthermore, that someone was having an unfairly maligned one-sided conversation with themselves. She whipped her head around to the inquisitive attention, a large serpent-eye jewel stone adorning her forehead with its mere presence. It glittered like the sun-kissed ocean lapping the sands; the brilliant blue hue; radiant and shining, reigning supreme amongst most jewels and gems, its perfect features scorning those of others.<br/><br/>Her soft, ivory shoulders shifted under the a brownish-grey wrapping made of flexible leather. Underneath it consisted creamy sheets of silk, soft, satiny fabric, peppering her body with soft, sensual kisses. A semi-circular, high collar clung to her slender neck and a heavy, roped cloak clutched her shoulders with a frightening precision. It bottomed out in a frizzled jungle of lacy straps.<br/><br/>Cherry-red curls framed her accommodating face as a beatific smile, mouth small and rosy. Tinkle, pop, a voice like a thousand tiny bells, sweeter than birdsong, a voice as softly whispered as the swaying grass, the buzz of tiny wings beating.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“I apologise profusely for my absent-mindedness, Sir,”</span>hand over heart, she bobbed her head in apologetic fashion, eyes travelling the full length of the man before her, up and down, like a farmer would a fetching horse.<br/><br/>Their eyes met briefly, though, her interest was clearly elsewhere. The exchange was small and fleeting, a leering smile and an attentive stare seeing right through him to the transaction in the background. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her curiosity was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips.<br/><br/>Though, she did manage to eventually pry herself from the inspection with a cheerful,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“Yes… Yes! That was quite the display. Never seen anything quite like it, in fact.”</span>She tucked her precious knowledge into her voluminous rope, then continued, “You’re quite the spectacle to look at as well, Sir.” Every now and again, her vision would shift, something puzzling in the woman’s gait.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">“Old times, you ask? No. No. Definitely not. I’m afraid it’s much more mundane. I’m simply grocery shopping, see!</span>” She displayed the full bag with a theatrical body movement and a matching cheerful expression.