The star watches lazily as the innkeeper's wife pads to the door and admits the new - and terribly loud - guest, the edges of the robe are soft against her shoulders and the tea she had been given earlier merely serves to keep her fingers warm.
The guest in question is a tall man who reminds her strangely of some sort of wraith - all long limbs and dark, sweeping materials - and she ducks her chin to listen to the echo of his words.
She's tired. She doesn't particularly want to deal with him herself.
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Date: 2007-05-13 04:24 am (UTC)The guest in question is a tall man who reminds her strangely of some sort of wraith - all long limbs and dark, sweeping materials - and she ducks her chin to listen to the echo of his words.
She's tired. She doesn't particularly want to deal with him herself.