Elspeth had awoken, the rays of light pulling past the curtains of the window that shared the wall with her bed shinning upon her face. The warm rays had run along the edges of the cloth, creeping out along the edges of the beaten wooden frame, the rays slowly dancing through the leaves of the tree outside the window. She shifted, once, under the weight of the many sheets, before finally letting out a yawn that had confirmed to her own psyche that she was now indeed awake. She place one gloved hand on the sheet to her side, before slowing forcing herself to arch her back against the wooden headboard. She sat, half arched against the head board, before bringing the second hand to her face, to rub at the eyelids that were red and raw from the night of crying before. They opened, simple golden eyes peaking out from behind the long black lashes, as she took in her surroundings.
She remembers having been left alone in the forest, and that she had received help, but little else. Elspeth swung her legs over the side, toned calves and thick thighs pulling out from under the sheets as she stretched her arms outward, before pulling herself out of bed with a simple push against the mattress.
In the corner of the room, a full body mirror caught her eye, her form appearing in it ever so normally, the reflection of herself lit from behind by the dancing light, giving her even more of a mysterious glow to her already unique form. She was a Mismagius, a simple purple hat placed over fine white hair that ran down past her neck, past her shoulder blades, to her lower back. A simple purple dress hung to the curves of her body, sleeveless, running tightly down the front and back of her body before flaring out at her waist, to form a traditional styled dress, three simple red jewels encrusted in gold at her waist. She had purple gloves, and simple black leather shoes ending in a stiletto tip.
She turned to her side, adjusting her hat and clothes while looking at herself in the mirror. She wasn't the youngest of pokemon, but she wasn't an old hag either, and her body showed that. She stood nearly at six foot four (in heels might she add), and was of a medium-heavy build, the curves in just the right places. Content, she shot a kiss to the mirror, before leaving the room, curious to explore the dwelling of the person that had rescued her.
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