[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Capital City]
She stood out immediately, especially in a city so bereft of people willing to remain outside any longer than necessary.
Even from a distance, she drew the eye.
Wild ashen hair framed a soft face that looked far too innocent for the current state of the world, strands of it shifting in the wind that moved through the streets. Salmon-colored eyes were alight with uncertainty beneath the dark sky overhead. She wore a simple black dress, modest and unadorned, yet in the dim atmosphere of the capital, it almost made her seem like part of the shadows.
But of course, as ever, the thing that drew the most attention was the black horns protruding from her head.
They curved naturally through her hair, impossible to ignore.
Agatha's emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly the moment they landed on her.
("This girl…") she thought.
There was no outward hostility in her expression, but her instincts sharpened immediately.
