"What's going on here?"
This voice came from a very young woman, perhaps only ten years old, as she slowly and gracefully stepped down from her ornately designed carriage and approached the prostrating Komodos.
All eyes turned toward her.
She had long, flowing black hair, round black eyes, and lips tinted a deep red, shaped into a concerned pout for the demi-humans. She walked towards them with grace and aplomb that if she had a book on her head, it wouldn't fall out even as she walked on rocky terrain—it wouldn't even wiggle.
If her manner wasn't enough to ascertain this young lady's background, then her personal appearance certainly would.
She wore a luxurious red silk dress, its fine linen adorned with gemstones around the hems of her garments.
