The looming specter of the sprawling city spurred the flamboyant figure, that is Angelique of Rone.   A petite long haired blond woman, from which her long blond tresses flowed out from under the white bicorn hat. Trimmed in a white fur, in a fanciful peacock manner.  The shimmering gleam that reflected off her bodice of chain mail (chain shirt), slightly jingled.  Shaped to form an open diamond shape framing her taunt smooth stomach, with her bottoms.   A white linen bikini.   Sheer silk sleeves that adorn her arms.  Ending in wide lace flowery cuffs.   The tassels of silk stands, around each leg, tied just below her knees.  Swayed and flipped around her shins.  As her sandal adorn feet picked up the gait of her walk.  Rapiers sheathed on either side.  Jostled against each of her hips with the sudden rush of step.  While the backpack, carried over her right shoulder. Swayed back and forth.<br/><br/>A city, civilization Angelique thinks in joyous delight.   For the noble woman of Rone of nineteen years.  Was over joyed to be done with the backwater trails.   Through, in truth she was not technically a noble woman.   Just one of the many bastard's begotten.  Never the less, the flamboyant figure in appearance and how she comported herself.  Considered herself one.