Selia

As she slid on her shiny dark leather boots, Alia knew that her short walk to the tavern down the street would make all the difference in her mood. she didn’t expect anything out of this meeting, but knew that everything was riding on this first impression. she made her way down the path, she peered up into the towering oaks with their long branches adorned by bright green leaves. she took a few slow, deep breaths as the sound of her confident steps filled the street. upon arriving, she peered up the steps to the door. “this is it,” she thought, and she took 4 tentative steps up the wooden staircase. She pulled her hood down, shook out her long chocolate curls, and opened the door to the tavern.