Murray-Rose (Lady Murray-Rose
Nine-Years of House Dianestane)Inside dashes a figure encased in a sou'wester, completely drenched and leaving great puddles of water on the floor. Oilskin trousers and hobnailed boots are visible under the coat's hem. The creature heaves for breath before shaking its head like a dog to rid itself of water, pulling open its coat and pushing back its hood.
The rounded face inside is of a girl in her late teens or early twenties, with short blonde hair and great dark eyes as soulful as any puppy's. Her plump cheeks are rosy, and the smile on her face is as merry as though she'd just come from a party rather than the furious ocean. Although her cable-knit jumper hangs heavy and wet on her, she seems comfortable enough. Her hands are broad, with long fingers white with cold.
"A'm wiss' tae find ah 'keep," she says thickly "Es maist peetiful meen oot ther'. Ist Sule Skerry? A'm been at the fishin and ets a lettle blowsy."
In the fading glamour of the pub, what's left of the enchantment glimmers mildly about her. In the vague patterns of the Dreaming, her short hair clings close to her skull in a sleek gold shimmer. Perhaps more tellingly, there her clothes are thin leather breaches and shirt, and a heavy servicable claymore rests at her side.
(No formal exit; last posting November 3, 2002.)