ANIA... Princess of the Snow
Slipping into the tavern Ania shook her hair free of the winter frost that has collected on top of her head. Watching for a brief moment as bit drifted into the floor, once the small movement was done she took a glance around the tavern and the people that lingered in its walls. A small smile stretched across her light pink lips; crossing over to the bar sheading the heavy fur coat from her body. Slinging across a stool before taking a seat. Long legs crossed at the knee while fingers brushed away silvery blue strand of hair from her face.
It had been a long day, bones were aching from the harsh travle through the snow that built up in land Ania called home. Blue eyes peered across the way traping almost anyone that looked into them. A small decpition of where this princess held from. If her dress didn't state it clearly enough! A white corset trimmed in blue fox fur, slimming her waist and pushing up her chest. Hips clothed in a matching skirt that brushed against her milk white thighs. Boots encased ling lean legs, adding at least three inches to her 5'5 frame. Jewels encased her ears in gleaming wonder brushing against her shoulder. A small snow flake tattooed on her collar bone in a soft blue color: letting only those of her kind know when she was. Outside of that she was just another person traveling the lands.
Heaving a heavy sigh her eyes cluttered close; lashes brushing against cheeks, small snowflakes falling down melting in contact with warmed skin. Not that her person was warm like a normal mortal human. But not as cool as there dead either. Almost a decent medium or at least to herself, didn't matter what others thought of her body heat. Intimacy was unspoken of unless it was with her intended... another reason she was not in her home land. The male was a brute and tyrant trying to run her people and land into the ground.
Scoffing her head lowered to the counter top, at least she could take refuge here for a while.