It was a dim and smoky atmosphere. The sound of chitchat and low music filled the small pub, people conversing at tables, and others alone at the bar, drinking their sorrows away. Alone at the end of the bar, a small young Elf woman sat, content in writing in a book she had with her. Condensation encircled the glass of rum beside her, the tiny sound of the ice collapsing in the glass that was half empty. There were many different people here, each with their own noticed and unnoticed appearances. The small lady had hers too.
White hair, highlighted with faded streaks of orange and the ends dyed black covered her head in a shortish fashion, long bangs in front and slightly chopped in the back. Two circular earrings pierced through her top cartilage of her pointed ears also glistened distinctively. She stood just less than five feet in height. A turtleneck type collar wrapped around her neck, but her shoulders were bare. The rest of the unusual sweater continued from just below her shoulders and came down past her waist, covering most of her dangerously short, green skirt, the two baby blue pieces connected by two small straps in the front and none in the back, leaving the loose garment to show her soft tan shoulder blades.
Her equally smooth thighs flowed down into a pair of black leggings, and then a pair of knee high heavy boots of sharp and polished black leather. And there was a navy blue across-the-shoulder purse type bag slung to one side from the opposite shoulder, the rectangular shaped bah resting at her hip. The petite woman sat casually, her reading glasses in place as she wrote, crimson eyes expressing a tired and soft mood. Her small hands barely showed from the oversized sleeves of her top, and two distinct patches were sewn in on her sleeves, at the elbow on the right, and down the forearm on the left.
Though her attire was unusual and bold, she was well mannered and very proper in appearance, a very nice girl who seemed easy to talk to. Pausing, she set her pen down and took a sip of her drink, black painted lips touching the rim. She set the glass down gently. Those red eyes glanced down, noticing the spot of water on the bar counter, and she reached for a napkin and placed it down, resting her glass on top of it and the now soaked up puddle. She smiled softly in thought, staring at her shaken glass as it settled, and then returned to her book, picking up her pen and writing some more.
