Scayce

Clop... Clop... Clop... Down the stairwell she went, dressed as elegantly as a woman of the Crofton lineage should be. Her silky blue-grey hair was strung up into a messy bun that gave her an aloof, high-class look that was only complete with the warm grey dress she wore. Her golden eyes scanned the halls she was about to enter. She sensed something... More of, she sensed someone... Her head turned, tracing the rough, outdoorsy scent that hid behind one of the pillars. A small smile spread across her face as she turned to the pillar that seemed to be the source of the scent. Her heels clunked against the marble floors as she made her way t