A cheeky grin flashed briefly underneath a large swath of hood, the slender body of the person all but hidden by the ridiculously large cloak. Invisible eyes scanning the tavern’s sign, the covered head bobbed up and down in satisfaction. A pale hand reached up to stash a dislodged chestnut lock back behind a slightly pointed ear.
“Yep, looks like this is the place. Ready to raise a ruckus?” A cheerful, vivacious voice emanated from the shrouded figure, directed at her taller, similarly cloaked companion.
“Do I have a choice?” A familiar male voice asked in dry sarcasm. However his compatriot had not bothered to wait for his reply, instead moving forward to swing the wooden door open with a bang. Raising his cloaked head towards the sky as if asking the greater beings for patience, he shook his head with a sigh and followed after his bumbling cohort.
“Barkeep, a table and two chairs that won’t break. I remember what happened the last time I came to a place like this,” the half-elf announced mischievously, sweeping her hood back with one motion to reveal her long braided locks and violet-azure eyes.
“And for Serpents’ sake, lock away your sugar,” the tall male warned, his head still covered and his blue-violet eyes flashing in slight panic from his shadowed face.
ooc- *grins* refer to a post I made a looong time ago.. Skye was still just as silly as ever ..... and unfortunately I can't find it right now
but it was funny! I'll link it when I find it :x *mumbles something about falling through the ceiling and breaking chairs*
[ 12-04-2006, 11:12 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]