Entrance Post
The door opens.
A very tall, statuesque woman walks through, her long, black hair like a cloak hanging down her back, walks into the bar. Her glass-clear grey eyes sweep the floor. Her lips are formed into a pleasant enough smile; the woman's silver skirts move like liquid around her.
Another few steps as the door closes behind her, remaining very visible to her eyes, and she turns her head, looking for any she might already know. Pointed ears dripping with rich, warm stones and shimmering metals catch the light.
Vairë has entered Milliways.
A very tall, statuesque woman walks through, her long, black hair like a cloak hanging down her back, walks into the bar. Her glass-clear grey eyes sweep the floor. Her lips are formed into a pleasant enough smile; the woman's silver skirts move like liquid around her.
Another few steps as the door closes behind her, remaining very visible to her eyes, and she turns her head, looking for any she might already know. Pointed ears dripping with rich, warm stones and shimmering metals catch the light.
Vairë has entered Milliways.