Crow at the Clock Tower

[Xandrabeast]

Outside the clock tower, a woman in old worn clothes, gnarly hair pulled up in pigtails, and a pouch dangling from a beltloop, stopped and admired it's leaning, decrepit form.

"Yes, this would make a lovely home, wouldn't it, Jack?" She said and looked at the black crow that had been flying along with her. He squawked at her and hopped up and down. She laughed and shook her head at him, stepping closer to the building. She inhaled deeply and smiled. "Bats. Such lovely creatures!" The crow behind her made an uncertian noise. "Don't worry, I'll protect you!" The woman laughed at him and held out a beckoning arm. He flew to her and settled up right next to her head, chirruping nervously. She stroked his head and hummed at him soothingly as she walked up to the door and knocked.

[White_Pheonix]

A cocoon of shadows forms in the street, and then vanishes, melting away, to reveal a tall, elfish figure in black robes, a black cloak, and a silver hood, carrying a silver staff. On it's wrist is a strange disk, around which nine stones rotate. It glances around, and, seeing the person outside of the tower, swiftly walks into some shadows on the other side of the street.

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Up inside the clocktower Leanon shivered, holding her odd familiar, a floating salmon, close.

It had been a while since she'd recieved visitors, with her tophat shadowing her features, it's little clock ticking, she came across as being a rather dangerous character, when in fact, she was quite the opposite.
Her long ears pricked upwards at the sound of knocking, hastily she gathered her ragged robes above her knees and sprinted down the rotting steps as quickly as she could, picking around the areas she knew were weak.

[Xandrabeast]

The crow cocked his head and emitted a squeak of a squawk and chittered at the woman whose shoulder he sat on.

"Yes, I hear it too. I don't suppose this salmon has feet, does it?" She asked the crow with a brow upraised, a wry grin on her lips. The crow knew he was being teased and he harrumphed the best a crow could, a strange gutteral caw, and tried his best to turn his back on her without falling off her shoulder. The woman shook her head good naturedly and turned back to the door as she heard footsteps approaching.

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Leanon chattered to Sir Salmonkins on her way down the steps, not expecting much of a response.

The floating salmon could now be considered a distraction, because as Leanon pranced down the steps, her dusty boots clattering, she managed to trip over her own feet, causing her scrawny form to hurtle head first down the weak and creaky stairs, she crashed through the rotting, wet front door, a surprised cry escaping her lips.

"Oh bugger..." She murmered as she hastened to make herself look slightly more respectable, well, as respectable as someone who resembles a walking jumble sale can be.

Looking up at the new visitor she tipped her hat and grinned widely, eyes dancing.

"Erm, hello my dear!"

[Xandrabeast]

Wishbone startled a little and skittered backward when the door flew open. Jack squawked and flew to a nearby building ledge, completely out of sorts and cawing his consternation loudly. Wishbone had to admit that the jumbled pile that landed on the step in front of her was not really what she had been expecting. Neither was the salmon that came floating through the door after the jumble, even though the salmon was precisely the reason Jack brought Wishbone here in the first place. He underlined that fact by squawking even more excitedly when he saw the floating salmon himself.

The jumbled pile stood up and straightened itself before Wishbone could offer to help. Then the jumbled pile (which turned out to be female) raised it's head and Wishbone found herself staring into a most beguiling face, the dancing light in the woman's eyes bringing a sudden and unconscious smile to Wishbone's lips. Wishbone bowed to the woman's greeting, the bits of bone, bead and metal in her mess of wristlets and necklaces tinkling at her movement.

"A pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm Wishbone."

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Leanon stared at the womans hair with fascination and awe, curiously her hand reached out to touch it, then, once again remembering her manners it snapped back to her side again, the fingers twitching slightly.

She stood there for a few moments, before gathering up her rags again and bowing repeatedly, her peculiar hat becoming askew and her hair whipping around her face, a face made pale from lack of sunlight, not to mention one too many shocks.

"Wishbone! What a most unusual name, most lovely indeed I must say! I go by the name of Leanon Gilliandrais, but, of course I don't expect you to call me by my full name."

She flailed her arms in the direction of the blubbing creature bobbing in the air behind her.

"That fellow is Sir Salmonkins, but, he also goes by the name of 'Bloody pain in the neck'."