Well ****. Kaylin didn't have to know who this was to know he was trouble. She knew what walking death looked like, and this man was either dangerous or... worse... a noble. Ugh. And unlike back home, she didn't have a boss who kept her far away from the moneyed people as possible. Irene said it was her job to keep new comers from killing themselves, or others, so she would.
Kaylin Neya was short foot short. She made Ashildr look tall. She also made an ally cat look neat and clean. Her rough cut mud brown hair was pulled back into a sloppy knot and staked with a stick. she wore a long sleeved shirt with buttons on the sleeves that managed to look like she slept in it for a week. over that was a leather tunic that also managed to look wrinkled, and over that sleeveless chainmail. Kaylin Neya was talented enough to make CHAINMAIL look untidy and wrinkled. HEr black leather pants were badly mended along the outer though on one leg and under the front of the knee on the other, both areas stained darkly with old blood. Her boots had blood and mud worked into the crevices.
Over the chain was a wide belt that held a curved dagger on either hip, along with other odds and ends like ties, a nightstick, and a water skin. There was what looked like delicate tattoo of deadly nightshade on one cheek. the other sported a huge welt that went with her split lip and the healing gash over her brow.
Her brown eyes narrowed up at him, the palms of her hands resting lightly on her daggers, calling attention to the very expensive antique gold bracelet she also wore, inset with three gems.
Re: Doctor Who | The Master (SPOILERS for latest season/series)
Kaylin Neya was short foot short. She made Ashildr look tall. She also made an ally cat look neat and clean. Her rough cut mud brown hair was pulled back into a sloppy knot and staked with a stick. she wore a long sleeved shirt with buttons on the sleeves that managed to look like she slept in it for a week. over that was a leather tunic that also managed to look wrinkled, and over that sleeveless chainmail. Kaylin Neya was talented enough to make CHAINMAIL look untidy and wrinkled. HEr black leather pants were badly mended along the outer though on one leg and under the front of the knee on the other, both areas stained darkly with old blood. Her boots had blood and mud worked into the crevices.
Over the chain was a wide belt that held a curved dagger on either hip, along with other odds and ends like ties, a nightstick, and a water skin. There was what looked like delicate tattoo of deadly nightshade on one cheek. the other sported a huge welt that went with her split lip and the healing gash over her brow.
Her brown eyes narrowed up at him, the palms of her hands resting lightly on her daggers, calling attention to the very expensive antique gold bracelet she also wore, inset with three gems.
"Guessing you're new, then," she said, flatly.