[ Misa, a small woman (she barely hits 5'1), comes to the door wearing an undertunic of blue-green and trousers of grey. Her hair is up in intricate braids, out of her way. One braid is prominently displayed against her forehead. It's thin, but still important. Dark eyes study him for a moment. She pulls the pins out of her mouth. ]
Mr. Gold?
[ Behind her, the house is clean and orderly. Except her living room, which is a chaos of bolts of silk of all manner of blues and green. There's also a mocked up table set for the fabric. ]
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Mr. Gold?
[ Behind her, the house is clean and orderly. Except her living room, which is a chaos of bolts of silk of all manner of blues and green. There's also a mocked up table set for the fabric. ]
Please, come in. Can I get you some tea?