<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>With some misgivings on if this post will actually come across clean, I'm going to try to post something.</div></div><br/>"Why be so urbane as to cling to the back or ride on the roof?" a melodious voice queried as a red-headed woman approached the coach, "In all the best stories, the hero clings to the undercarriage to display his strength of character, determination and, not to be underestimated in a hero, body." A broad grin flowed across features that were striking on the worst of days and merely beautiful on an average one. "As for myself, I'm not too proud to ride on some lucky gentleman's lap if it proves necessary."<br/><br/>She moved with a feline's grace; a stalking feline's grace if one were to put serious effort into watching the play of muscle under the form fitting trousers that were well toned legs that flowed seamlessly from hips and rear that many would define as "Baby-maker's" in less civilized locations...In even less civilized communities, they might of been called streetwalker hips, but she rarely, admittedely, frequented such areas of any town... not that she would of denied it if it came up. The well worn, cuffed boots that covered her calves and below were well made and broken in to fit her comfortably... Above the intricately worked belt with it's hilted, slender blade, might of been equally as intriguing as the lower half... A snowy linen tunic that did nothing at all to hide the curve of well rounded breasts under a dark blue coat of fine silk, it's yellow/golden accents marking it as another well made item that may of seen some use, but also more than simple care in it's appearance... All topped off with a wide brimmed hat with a thick plume of some unknown bird to add a spot of color to the dark leather... all the stamp of a woman who liked to look presentable, but not too presentable to those around her.<br/><br/>She paused at the side of the coach and leaned her hip against the wheel and crossed her arms under her breasts, "Not that I would tell anyone how to ride a coach." She glanced up at the driver's seat and then back down to the red skinned man with horns poking through a hood of a ragged cloak. "I mean, the odds are quite low, I'm sure of tree branches getting caught in those things and dragging you off of the roof as long as you face forward, right?"<br/><br/>She sighed then, "I really should stop being a pain and just introduce myself, I suppose... " She grinned again, "Lydia Lovelady-" She clicked her heels together and bowed with a flourish of her hat and rose again with that feline grace, "I would say at your service, but after spending a week wearing out the last man who thought that I was being serious, I'll simply say present."