<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/Sorrow.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Elise 'Twiceborn' Ellingcourt (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=599898)</strong><br/><strong>Morning </strong><br/><br/>Elise smiled to the various observers as she dressed, the ornate tattoos on her arms and neck continuing down her back encircling a hart bearing a crown of thorns between her shoulder blades. The hart was clearly out of style with the rest of the street level tattoos she bore. Then the supple red skinned woman's back vanished as she pulled on her armor and settled down for breakfast. She gestured over the remaining cider in her mug and the scent of rewarmed cider filled the room as her cantrip took hold and she quickly finished it and the dried fruit off before cleaning and tucking away her gear in her pack and checking out her bow. As she finished up and walked out, passing Mark, she leaned over and whispered to him.<br/><br/>"Let's be honest.. twas not my horns that drew your eye was it? I dare say you wonder what they say about 'cubi-blooded is true or not." She added with a wicked smile as she walked off, her hips swaying a bit more than usual as she headed out to the coach and got on. From there she started laying out arrows to sharpen, pulling one out of the quiver and sharpening it before returning it to the quiver and pulling the next out to sharpen in turn.<br/><br/><br/><br/>