Atra was smiling. Smiling as she walked down the street in some obscure city, sneaking looks at the man beside her every so often. Every time she did this, the woman's smile would become softer before returning to the previous curvature of the lips as soon as she looked away. It was quite obvious that the woman loved the man with whom she was clasping hands. They were quite a good looking pair. Not too tall, but still worth a second glance. She stood a few inches shorter than him, short black hair cut into feathered layers that fell just down to her chin. Her skin was pale, but not unbecomingly so. And her eyes. Well, Atra's eyes were probably the first thing one would look at after the first precursory glance. They were wide, with long black lashes framing those big blue eyes. The smile just added to her beauty, especially in those stolen moments where she looked at her partner. Why, during those few seconds, Atra was simply radiant.
Her outfit was fitting for the fall season that was rapidly approaching. A knit dress of an off-white hue, the collar opened up and folded down to leave Atra's shoulders exposed. The sleeves halted just below her elbows, and the bottom of the dress stopped several inches below her knee. Grey leggings shot from below the knee to out of sight under the dress. An on the feet, one last claim to summer, a pair of wedges that had thick brown staps wrapping an inch or two up Atra's slender ankles. Three tiny amber stones hovered below a larger rock hanging from the each of the woman's ears, peeking out through the black locks. And then we had the customary gold ring around one finger, and the silver locket around Atra's neck. She, of course, had no idea what the words inscribed inside it meant. They were in German, and Heinrel had only said he would clue her in when the time was right. She could have looked them up online, but chose not to. This would be one of Heinrel's surprises for her.
They were upon their destination now, a rather run down building. Atra would prolong her next glance into the German's face, eyebrows raised. "Are you sure this is the right place?" Upon entering (he opened the door), her doubts would only be reinforced. It looked decrepit. Almost abandoned. Blue eyes steady upon Heinrel's face, she would consent to being led for once, led down the grand staircase and into the bar, which held the first hints of life in the old building.
