Returning to the little apartment home in Hillsbrad, and tired after a long day of tracking, hunting, and killing her target, the undead elf removed her armor and walked naked across her place, sitting in front of her mirror. She would pick up her armor later, but for now, all she wanted to do was fix herself up. A trip to Silvermoon would do her some good. After all, she did want to be normal, or as normal as someone like her could be.
She summoned an undead creature and as soon as it emerged, it went straight to her room, and brought out a dress. Naminnae liked the randomness of it: having some mindless goon get any dress from the closet. She smiled and slipped into her new attire. For a moment, as she looked in the mirror, she looked as if she were living, but her icy eyes gave her away instantly and her smile disappeared.
The mindless dead thing walked over to her and began to fuss with her hair. With every strand it pulled, she took back and brushed with her silver hairbrush. She considered pulling it up, but then, she knew she had to keep her face covered. Spirits forbid her sister or her sister’s husband see her lurking around Silvermoon. Shooing away the undead’s hands, she kept her hair long hair down.
She was a portrait of beauty. She was a portrait of death. And for that night, she was going to try and be as normal as possible, maybe even pretend that she was looking for a mate. With a soft sigh, she slammed the brush on the dresser and moved along in her preparations to leave.
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