A slender leg arose from the crevasse of a door, sliding from the transport and into the cold air of the night sky languidly; the beautiful physique of the woman stretching and pushing forth from the transport. The woman was a slightly-tanned teenager with long, but well-groomed white hair with a pale blue, purple, and pink tint and large, passive green eyes. She was rather slim and about average height for a seventeen year old, and looks like a beautiful young woman. She wore an elegant dress of white and silver silk with pink lace. The young woman finally carried herself gingerly to the door of the inn and entered the establishment. The sounds of the comings and goings within the inn drifted like a telling melody to her, cause for her to follow their cacophony to their origins - the dine-in restaurant. Speaking in a soft dulcet, Nora gave the waitress a smile; "Good afternoon, I'll have the special and a glass of rose water."
The normally bouncy and bubbly hyper-active teen was on her best behavior for the moment, perhaps linked with her reason for having come to such an establishment, which of this moment was a mystery even to herself. Nora mused over a piece of mail which she had received which had brought her here. The God-Slayer had cause for caution, and a serious attitude. At least she kept a calm and warm demeanor.
The normally bouncy and bubbly hyper-active teen was on her best behavior for the moment, perhaps linked with her reason for having come to such an establishment, which of this moment was a mystery even to herself. Nora mused over a piece of mail which she had received which had brought her here. The God-Slayer had cause for caution, and a serious attitude. At least she kept a calm and warm demeanor.