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One White Witch, complete with accessorising mithril wand and white fur wrap (not that it's cold, she just likes the way it feels on her bare shoulders), sweeping majestically in from the gardens. The effect is somewhat marred by the muddy bare toes peeping out from under her skirts, but she dares anyone to mention it. So Jadis doesn't like to wear shoes.
She perches on one of the barstools, and orders a glass of white wine, petting the bar-top affectionately when it appears. Jadis has been here for a while - she's on friendly terms with Bar, these days.
For once, she doesn't have a book, or an arcane looking object of some kind, or paper and a pen. She actually looks approachable. Of course, it might be a lie. But then again, it might not. Care to find out?
She perches on one of the barstools, and orders a glass of white wine, petting the bar-top affectionately when it appears. Jadis has been here for a while - she's on friendly terms with Bar, these days.
For once, she doesn't have a book, or an arcane looking object of some kind, or paper and a pen. She actually looks approachable. Of course, it might be a lie. But then again, it might not. Care to find out?