Post by Reathon on Dec 29, 2003 2:05:47 GMT -5
Tonight it was cold. Too cold, in fact, for the warrior woman, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. The slender form of Silas darkened the doorway of the Clever Maiden Taven, and she hurried in to get warmth into her freezing flesh.
A black cloak along with a tight shirt and pants graced her small figure, one of the main reasons why she was cold. She shivered and hoped the warmth would be swift.
With a nod to to tender, she orders something 'manly' and siped it slowly to savor it, not really noticing anything but the brandy slithering down her throat.
The tavern was dark, she suddenly noticed, and shivvered, but this time not from the cold. She felt watched. She looked up to see a man slide onto the stool next to her, and at second glance, blood rushed to her cheeks in a blush. He was handsdome! She looked away quickly and stared out the window. She sets the glass down and pays the tender. As she walks out she looks behind her. She sees him watching and hurries out of the tavern.
A black cloak along with a tight shirt and pants graced her small figure, one of the main reasons why she was cold. She shivered and hoped the warmth would be swift.
With a nod to to tender, she orders something 'manly' and siped it slowly to savor it, not really noticing anything but the brandy slithering down her throat.
The tavern was dark, she suddenly noticed, and shivvered, but this time not from the cold. She felt watched. She looked up to see a man slide onto the stool next to her, and at second glance, blood rushed to her cheeks in a blush. He was handsdome! She looked away quickly and stared out the window. She sets the glass down and pays the tender. As she walks out she looks behind her. She sees him watching and hurries out of the tavern.