Post by jadedfox on Feb 15, 2007 21:24:26 GMT -5
Brielle cursed blackly under her breath as she heaved herself back onto the dock. Her sopping clothes and hair weighed her down and it was a struggle to even climb the rope ladder at this point. They'd nearly had her this time. One of the men had even gotten a pawful of her skirts before she'd leapt out the window and into the bay below. Sure, maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to rob the Crimson Crow; one of the wealthiest, well-to-do ships in Port Haven. Still, she'd gotten away nicely with some rare documents that showed promise of being maps of some sort, sorely guarded.
She was a lithe creature, Brielle was. The nineteen year old pirate-ess was well built for climbing through small spaces or crawling through windows. Her markings were well suited, level dead-pan gray eyes that could laugh at you one moment and knock you down the next. Her hair was a rush of chestnut curls, her lips jaded and pouty. She could have been a great beauty if she'd worked at it. But her clothing was that of her trade [leather jerkin, billowy creame under shirt, breeches, knee high soft-souled boots] and she currently had the look of a drowned kitten.
She was a lithe creature, Brielle was. The nineteen year old pirate-ess was well built for climbing through small spaces or crawling through windows. Her markings were well suited, level dead-pan gray eyes that could laugh at you one moment and knock you down the next. Her hair was a rush of chestnut curls, her lips jaded and pouty. She could have been a great beauty if she'd worked at it. But her clothing was that of her trade [leather jerkin, billowy creame under shirt, breeches, knee high soft-souled boots] and she currently had the look of a drowned kitten.
