[color=fff79a][CENTER][h1]Lairëcúma the Bard[/h1][/CENTER][/color]
[hr][right][code] The Waystone Inn
Interactions: Edwina [@NoriWasHere] Latrom [@Cosmic]
Outfit: Little Indigo Riding Hood[/code][/right][hr]

The elven woman reached with two kidskin gloved hands and slowly eased back her hood to reveal a face whose dimpled lines told a tale of silent and receding laughter. She tilted her head at Latrom's comment, golden curls falling to one side like dancing springs as she stood, her brow arched in momentary concentration upon the young goliath before relaxing as though she had finally come to some determination of whatever thought crossed her mind.

[color=fff79a]"My, my, aren't you a precious soul? But you're right, maybe I shouldn't take my fun at others in their awkward moments."[/color] She paused quite deliberately on this point. [color=fff79a]"I just think, we all have awkward moments and when life sets us on our asses, we might as well have some fun with it while we can, yes?"[/color]

Not waiting for a reply, and hardly taking a breath herself the elf continued. 

[color=fff79a]"Very pleased to meet you both by the by. You can call me Lairëcúma. Everyone else does. 'Bard by trade, disturber of public morals by choice!'"[/color] The elven woman chimed quite happily, performing a deep curtsy that seemed at once both a parody of the courtly act while seeming perfectly serviceable as one at the same time. [color=fff79a]"Let's get better acquainted inside though, shall we? I'm sure we'll become fast friends. I might even be convinced to perform tonight, but just now I could use some company while I recover the feeling in my poor bum."[/color]