The morning after the night before ...
You see Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form and appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair pinned back on one side with an unblemished ivory calla lily with a pale pink spadix. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. She has shimmering pearlescent lacquer brushed onto her smoothly filed fingernails.
She has a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a latched driftwood case in her right hand.
She is wearing a pair of tiny dangling seashell earrings, a platinum wedding ring, a sand-toned silk dress spilling frothy layers of organza from the high waist, and some seashell and seed pearl-beaded footflowers.
Rohese has a clean fragrance, like the flowery sweet air after a spring rain, clinging to her skin.
>pull locket
You tug on the silver chain of your oval driftwood locket and lift the piece from its hiding place in your sand-toned silk dress.
>l locket
Strung from a simple silver chain, the locket is fashioned of a rough piece of driftwood that has been fused to an ovoid of flatted silver. Clear lacquer allows the driftwood to be preserved and prevents any splintering or fracturing, while the image of a single trident has been burned into the wood. A small oval hasp on the door of the piece allows it to be secured in place as the need arises.
>open my locket
You pinch the oval-shaped lock on the driftwood door of your locket and slowly open the piece.
>l in my locket
In the oval driftwood locket you see a miniature elven male portrait.
>l portrait
The miniature portrait is of a handsome young elf. He is standing on a sandy beach with charcoal grey storm clouds piled high in the sky and white-capped waves crashing onto the shore. The bend of the sea grasses and disarray of his copper hair illustrate the strength of the squall but his angular face holds a distant expression with a fond smile slightly curving his lips as if he is thinking of something pleasant.
>close locket
You close the driftwood door on your locket and hear the familiar click of the oval-shaped lock as it catches.
>push locket
You tuck the oval driftwood locket into your sand-toned silk dress and lay it against your skin.
>eat my locket
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You kiss three of your fingertips and press them to your heart. You feel the comforting presence of your locket beneath your sand-toned silk dress.