( A: THE DEAD DISTRICT ) [ Despite rain or shine, Jaina Proudmoore carries herself with her head held high. Not with arrogance, but with that of a woman on a mission. A heartfelt one at that as she travels frequently between the nearby homeless shelter and despite it's name, her arms are often closed tightly around various donations from the good people of the city.
Not today however. Instead, she's walking right back the path she came with a reddened face. Surely that's due to sweat and exertion taking it's toll on her, not the brightly colored packages she was asked to hand out. It only took her fifteen minutes to figure out what they were and now that she knew? Horrified, absolutely horrified. Feel free to catch her between here and there, maybe even ask her for some. There's plenty to be passed out after all. ]
( B: SOMETHING OLD ) [ Curiosity stirs often in Jaina and while she's never been one to collect material items. When you move from country to country as she does, there's a lack of space in luggage between necessities for personal artifacts. Yet, here she is moving between the shelves taking in every sight. While she doesn't look the type to steal, she's not exactly radiating with wealth either with her simplistic clothing that's worn from the years.
Every so often she'll pause and pick up an object to study it up close by bringing it to her face. Upon closer look, it doesn't seem as though she's staring at the antique, but instead towards something else in the distance. ]
Jaina Proudmoore | Warcraft
[ Despite rain or shine, Jaina Proudmoore carries herself with her head held high. Not with arrogance, but with that of a woman on a mission. A heartfelt one at that as she travels frequently between the nearby homeless shelter and despite it's name, her arms are often closed tightly around various donations from the good people of the city.
Not today however. Instead, she's walking right back the path she came with a reddened face. Surely that's due to sweat and exertion taking it's toll on her, not the brightly colored packages she was asked to hand out. It only took her fifteen minutes to figure out what they were and now that she knew? Horrified, absolutely horrified. Feel free to catch her between here and there, maybe even ask her for some. There's plenty to be passed out after all. ]
( B: SOMETHING OLD )
[ Curiosity stirs often in Jaina and while she's never been one to collect material items. When you move from country to country as she does, there's a lack of space in luggage between necessities for personal artifacts. Yet, here she is moving between the shelves taking in every sight. While she doesn't look the type to steal, she's not exactly radiating with wealth either with her simplistic clothing that's worn from the years.
Every so often she'll pause and pick up an object to study it up close by bringing it to her face. Upon closer look, it doesn't seem as though she's staring at the antique, but instead towards something else in the distance. ]