If there were one thing that a life of adventuring hadn't prepared Peony for, it would be how often she was expected to share her personal space with others and the lack of good quality boarding. The young woman in the doorway was dressed in a simple peasant shirt and wrapped skirt, a threadbare stay over the top to protect her modesty and piles of blonde hair braided into a crown over her head. She would appear almost entirely normal were it not for the gossamer wings that sprung from her back, long enough to carry her slight frame.
Peony pressed her lips together in a sympathetic smile and closed the door behind her. "I am afraid that there are no single rooms in this Inn, miss. We're expected to share. I have been sleeping here for the past few nights now, the previous resident seems to have moved on." Or at least their things had gone missing for now. Borrowed clothing, borrowed housing, borrowed food. Would the horrors never cease? "You're welcome to stay. Or bunk with others. But some of the men here are brutes and I cannot say much better for some of the ladies. Permit me to introduce myself before you decide to throw me from a window; I am Peony." And she swept a delicate curtsey.
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If there were one thing that a life of adventuring hadn't prepared Peony for, it would be how often she was expected to share her personal space with others and the lack of good quality boarding. The young woman in the doorway was dressed in a simple peasant shirt and wrapped skirt, a threadbare stay over the top to protect her modesty and piles of blonde hair braided into a crown over her head. She would appear almost entirely normal were it not for the gossamer wings that sprung from her back, long enough to carry her slight frame.
Peony pressed her lips together in a sympathetic smile and closed the door behind her. "I am afraid that there are no single rooms in this Inn, miss. We're expected to share. I have been sleeping here for the past few nights now, the previous resident seems to have moved on." Or at least their things had gone missing for now. Borrowed clothing, borrowed housing, borrowed food. Would the horrors never cease? "You're welcome to stay. Or bunk with others. But some of the men here are brutes and I cannot say much better for some of the ladies. Permit me to introduce myself before you decide to throw me from a window; I am Peony." And she swept a delicate curtsey.