Cold and Dignified
Meanwhile, outside the delipidated building, a woman wearing high heels flicked back the braid that had been hanging on her shoulder. There wasn't a strand out of place, and her blond hair shone like the sun.
She looked like cold, elegant perfection, and she stuck out like a sore thumb when one considered the location.
Her eyes were sharp, and she glared at the building in front of her.
Though she could not sense the magical signatures that this place should contain, her instincts were screaming at her instead.
This was the place.
The woman moved forward, but there were no sounds to her steps despite the six-inch heels that clad her feet.
Instead of someone about to enter combat, the woman looked like a cold, dignified goddess instead.
She looked like she'd stepped out of a ballroom, with her fine dress and sleek appearance. She was both dignified and noble and was definitely not someone that came from this city.