She strides into the room...
She strides into the room (a well-populated one, whatever room it is) with a flashing eye and a not-quite-ladylike manner. "Well," she says, hands on her hips, "who did it this time? What quest is it that takes us here? And where might I find the lord or lady of this place? I had no wish to be here!"
And there she stands, waiting for an answer, a little too tall, her nose a little too snub, dark eyes a little too small, curls too dull a shade of brown, to be truly pretty - and the ferocious scowl she wears along with her heavy, pale green gown doesn't really help.
[Lynet, from Arthurian legend.]
And there she stands, waiting for an answer, a little too tall, her nose a little too snub, dark eyes a little too small, curls too dull a shade of brown, to be truly pretty - and the ferocious scowl she wears along with her heavy, pale green gown doesn't really help.
[Lynet, from Arthurian legend.]