Sophia enters the inn a few moments behind Jaina- the little clack of leather heeled traveling boots signifying her usual presence. Golden blonde hair trickles down over her shoulders and to mid-back, resting just below the padded vest adorned on her upper half-a loose, black silk undershirt acting as a medium between the armor and her creamy flesh - two long, billowy blue sleeves running down each arm and swaying freely with her movements - her petite arms by no means taking up much room in there, from as much of the fabric is bouncing about as she walks. The vest cuts off at the midriff of her waist to reveal a few inches of a slighty-toned abdomen, one signifying she's probably trained in a bit of physical activity, but nothing too dense - she still retains each of her feminine curves...hourglass waist rolling into a short skirt bound by a thin plated covering to her abdomen. Two fingerless deep blue gloves rest on either hand, with a thin metal lining on their top, crescent-moon shaped decals skittering across the surface of each. Two white skintight thigh-highs adorn either leg, cutting off a few inches  before her hips to show off a few inches of barren flesh as well..her slender legs not having much defiinition, but are shapely enough to be worth catching a few glances at. A gentle smile hangs on her carnation-pink lips - which probably says she wouldn't even do anything if someone did.<br/>((<br/>http://h1.ripway.com/miachan/Sophia.jpg<br/>))<br/>Giving a light not to the barmaid immediately as they're led into the tavern, Sophia's steps are dainty and ginger, as she looks around, trying to remember the place, squinting her jade-green eyes a fragment...hips cocked to the side as her eyes brush over the room. However, as she falls behind the rest of the group, those little leather bootfalls are heard steadily speeding up to catch up with the gruop, and a faint, emberassed squeak exiting her lips. From the looks of her, *nobody* would guess that she could withhold the destructive power to tear this tavern to shreds...not to say that it'd happen, as it wouldn't be in Corellion's will. The seemingly shy sun-elf continues forward, smoothing her skirt underneath her bottom as she sits down ever-so-slowly-and-delicately into the wooden chair, as if it'd snap beneath her weight if she moved a wrong way.<br/><br/>Folding her hands in her lap..she waits for everyone to arrive before she would dare touch the food presented to them. With such a..feast, it was inevitable a favor was coming. Miirth's place hasn't changed a stitch from the last time she'd been here..searching and lonely. Of course, that ended up with her enduring a bit of rambling - but it's not as if she had the guts to speak up for herself to move away from such anyway. Slowly, her eyes divert over to Jaina, and especially her panther...an obvious hint of fascination in her eyes as they touch the cat...<br/><br/>..Peering slowly up to Jaina, Sophia purses her lips to speak slightly - but they dwindle shut in a few moments again. Seems she was too shy to outright ask what she wanted to..especially around new people.