Lilith sat her huge horse in the center of a street. She hated this place. She kept winding herself around in circles looking for an Inn to play in or at worst, a street corner she could occupy for an hour or two while she performed. Finding none that weren't already covered with someone or...something, she grew frustrated. The hustle and flow around her didn't help either. Her brown curls were sticking to her body under the immense heat, despite having been tied up in a bun earlier when she started off and the fact that she was "scantily clad" didn't seem to help matters either when it came to trying to keep cool in this immense heat. Stupid sun, why'd it have to be so damn hot?
Yes. Lilith wasn't wearing much, sitting on a horse in the middle of, well, no where at the moment. She wore a white, shoulder less gown that required she wear a corset [pale brown] over top of it in order to keep it from slipping off her body. Her skirt had been tailored with slits up both sides for riding and delicate shoes that had bells on them had been slipped on a while ago when she got off and took to walking. Her flute was strapped to her hip, one hand atop it even as she rode to keep it from getting stolen. "Isn't there an Inn ANYWHERE in this blasted place!?" She shouted, sulking as her horse and she just stood there in the middle of the road, people pushing past them.