Minerva stat placidly near the counter, her book splayed out in front of her with several pages of notes hewn in elegant script strewn across the table. Her eyes tore themselves from the pages, picking up several pages she deemed important and shuffled them together at the top of her note stack, slipping the papers in between the pages of the book to mark her place. The tome was then folded closed, allowing the young woman a peaceable glance around the tavern.
She was young, but something about the staff beside her corner table looked remarkably heavy. Her hyacinth hair cascaded in a gentle pony-tail down her back, past the folded collar of her shirt. The excess fabric that fell across her bust seemed like beautiful flowers, and against the brown side panels and white center, her robe seemed almost a garden against a cloudy sky.
She lifted the tea to her lips, taking a sip of the oolong nectar before focusing her gaze out the window, watching the myriad of people bustle about outside. Her eyes flit from person to person, attempting to read something about each of the people that passed through her field of view. There were the joyous couples, those that were expecting (It was in their face even), merchants who had just had a deal turn sour, and even the occasional poker-faced soldier.
of course, reading them would be much easier if she could hear them over the dull roar of the tavern, but the tea hear was difficult to beat, and she wasn't quite done with her reading either.
She was young, but something about the staff beside her corner table looked remarkably heavy. Her hyacinth hair cascaded in a gentle pony-tail down her back, past the folded collar of her shirt. The excess fabric that fell across her bust seemed like beautiful flowers, and against the brown side panels and white center, her robe seemed almost a garden against a cloudy sky.
She lifted the tea to her lips, taking a sip of the oolong nectar before focusing her gaze out the window, watching the myriad of people bustle about outside. Her eyes flit from person to person, attempting to read something about each of the people that passed through her field of view. There were the joyous couples, those that were expecting (It was in their face even), merchants who had just had a deal turn sour, and even the occasional poker-faced soldier.
of course, reading them would be much easier if she could hear them over the dull roar of the tavern, but the tea hear was difficult to beat, and she wasn't quite done with her reading either.
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