Another dose of spice...

[depthundersands]

[Alia is walking back into town from the long path through the mountains. Sand is still stuck in her hair, under her nails, riding along in folds of her clothes, there seems to be more than there should be. She looks displeased, but not angry- let down perhaps. In her hand she grips her sheathed kris knife.

Should someone choose to look at her funny she's likely to chastise them with a very lofty, high-and-mighty look.]