Her platinum blonde hair fell like a curtain of the waterfall down her back. Unhurriedly, she walked, and a hot bun of bread was stuck between her teeth. Ghana bit down on the bread in her mouth with a bored expression. Her dark skin looked bright and red as it passed through the daylight. She doesn't usually let her hair loose and untied. However, the last of her hair tie snapped, and now she had to put up with letting her hair fall.
Two pairs of footsteps echoed within the long outdoor hallways.
"..."
Her ears caught whispers from the mouths of passing Dragorian sentinels and curious servant elves, and she listened quietly to their words, hoping for them to entertain her.
"How beautiful... I didn't think this person would look so fascinating..."
"It's a rare beauty. None can compare to it..."
"I wouldn't be surprised if a thousand men and women would be lining up to possess that body..."
