~Lucasta~ (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74696.msg3273840#msg3273840)<br/><br/>The skies were dark, the air soft yet thin, like an unforgiving lover. The earth gentle and sandy beneath her feet. The journey up this far had been a tiring one, the dark skies no friend of hers as she traveled, though surely no enemy. Lucasta the Ghost Elf was no weakling, and well able to handle herself. And yet, at once, the night could be her friend as her race was of that darkness by birth, made of the fog and of the mist. Made of the twilight and dawn.<br/><br/>She pushed open the door of the Tavern, stepping inside slowly. Lucasta adorned a pair of black leather calf-high boots, leading up into a pair of dark brown breeches, a quarter sleeve dark violet top, and a black leather vest and skirt armor top. Her waist was riddled with two pouches, one bag black leather, the other a lighter brown potions bag, one on the left hip and the other on the right. Then she had a thick and weighty messenger bag and flask crossing diagonally from her left shoulder to her right hip. A thin black belt strap crossed up her body opposite of the messenger bag strap, several thin straps attached to the back of the belt that buttoned on the back that holstered a spear. She was an ashen color with a tint of brown somewhere along the line, with a lean curvy figure, a face made to either shut men up or make them drool; with full lips, a small nose, long lashes, high cheek bones, and eyes of cherry blossom pink that almost glowed wherever she went.<br/><br/>Her footsteps were heard, thick heels clicking against the floorboards as she moved inward. The woman took towards one booth, the thick cushions of the seat calling to her. She stood for a moment before it, pulling the straps off of her body. First she leaned her spear and it's belt against the innermost booth seat, where the spearhead was leaned to the wall. Then she removed her bag and flask, setting them in the seat next to the wall, then taking her own seat so that she closed off her belongings from everyone else. She took in a deep breath, fingers reaching up and pushing into her silvery hair that pooled down to the small of her back, the most of her length tied away in the french braid at the back of her head that braided on down almost a foot, loosening after a violet tie at the end of that that let the rest fall in wavy tendrils.<br/><br/>Lucasta drew her brilliant cherry blossom eyes up to the waitress, the woman coming up to her, thick brown locks tied back.<br/><br/>"What can I get you?"<br/><br/>"Water, and a small mug of ale should you have it." Lucasta said smoothly, her tongue that of regal elves with a touch of an exotic taste that was unknown to most.