White_Memories
See no evil, speak no evil
Looking to the hand offered her way, Elanin felt as if she should avoid touching him if at all possible. One learned quickly not to touch a man cloaked and covering his face with a hood. Hoods meant there was something to conceal, much as she wore her hood to at least somewhat hide her eyes. It was more for the comfort of other people as opposed to herself, as many thought she was unable to see.
"Elanin," she greeted, giving his hand a firm shake despite his odd assessment of her and the aura surrounding him. "Pleasure to meet you, Kir."
She was a bit taken aback at the fact that he got her seemingly figured out, earning a singular raised brow and the return of her usual stern expression. Never one for being treated as if she saw little, she decided to take down the hood. Bronze hair shining and golden skin shimmering, milky orbs seemingly staring at nothing. A new voice brought her attention to yet another man, this one holding a staff in both hands and piquing her interest. More mages had been attracted by the prospect of the Deep Dark.
"I'll leave you two to talk," Elanin said, walking off to her own corner of the clearing and seating herself against a tree so she could crack open one of the numerous journals she carried.
"Elanin," she greeted, giving his hand a firm shake despite his odd assessment of her and the aura surrounding him. "Pleasure to meet you, Kir."
She was a bit taken aback at the fact that he got her seemingly figured out, earning a singular raised brow and the return of her usual stern expression. Never one for being treated as if she saw little, she decided to take down the hood. Bronze hair shining and golden skin shimmering, milky orbs seemingly staring at nothing. A new voice brought her attention to yet another man, this one holding a staff in both hands and piquing her interest. More mages had been attracted by the prospect of the Deep Dark.
"I'll leave you two to talk," Elanin said, walking off to her own corner of the clearing and seating herself against a tree so she could crack open one of the numerous journals she carried.