Here is a link to the OOC thread: http://pokedream.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15390
The woman known now as Pandora tugged the hood of her pale blue cloak lower to ensure her face was completely hidden in shadow. The shimmering silk spread elegantly over the rump of her steed, the ivory lace trimmed edge of her snowy gown peeking from beneath. Tiny hands clad in white kid gloves held firm to the bridle as the delicate hooves of the dainty white mare picked their way carefully across the stream, the thin golden bells attached to her harness jingling merrily.
The last droplets of splashed water refracted the rays of a sinking sun in a brilliant array of colors and the sharp scent of pine sap permeated the air as the girl pulled her horse to a stop. The towering trees guarding the thin stream stood watch, the air melodic with the sounds of mountain finches calls. It was still at least an hour before full dark, but the danger of sunlight was worth the risk.
“My old friend, this is where I must leave you.” said the woman in a voice as soft and bright as the bells.
“And I tell you, I don't like it,” grumbled the grizzled man. He shook his head furiously, salt and pepper beard brushing against the worn and scarred leather armor covering his chest.
“George, we have gone over this many times. What will be, will be.” she replied, her tone gently chiding, but warm with affection. “I would that you had allowed me to purchase green armor for this expedition. Stealth is required.”
“Why would I want flashy green armor? What use would that be?” He barked.
Exasperated, she rolled her eyes and explained with overdone patience and a slight pout, “To better blend into the trees of the forest. Honestly, George, you'd think a man of your age would know these things.”
“Alright girl, I'll play along. List a few animals that are good at hiding in the forest.” He said, a bemused smile playing across his heavily wrinkled face.
“Rabbits, deer, raccoons...” She began, before he interrupted.
“Now tell me, how many of those are green?” He all but shouted, the smile disappearing completely from his face.
With a black look and a final shake of his head, the older man faded into the nearby forest, the soft brown shades of his attire blending imperceptibly with the undergrowth. A crotchety voice echoed from the shadows, “I still don't like it!”
Giggling softly to herself, Pandora clicked to her horse and trotted toward the small cluster of buildings that had sprouted around the ancient stone structure now called The Orcshead Inn.
In the stable yard, she paid the boy to see to her horse and from the look on his face she had either severely under or over tipped him. She was simply no good at money matters, yet they were a sad necessity in these times. It was too bad she had to relinquish George to greater duties, he would have normally seen to such things.
Once inside, she sat diminutively in a corner, an untouched goblet of wine before her. Her table was placed as far away from the designated meeting location as possible, while still holding it in her sight. She would enjoy seeing who responded to her advertisement before they knew of her presence.
Amber eyes glittered from the darkness of her cowl as she watched all those present.