Pretty things...
Clip clop, clip clop, clip stop. There was a centaur blocking her path, as there should have been. Tress was dangerously close to entering the main living area of the palace at Alfheim. She smiled up to Orrin with merriment and nodded to the much taller being with well-earned respect. "Good afternoon," the mixed stylist said in a chipper tone. She'd been a smidge nervous about the task at hand, but Orrin being the 'doorman' at the moment had lightened her emotional load. "I have a gift for Queen Skadi," she explained and held the package aloft. She pulled the ribbon prematurely to allow her centaur friend a peek at the boots she had crafted for the warrior. She then re-wrapped the parcel properly and shrugged with fondness. "She inspires me," Qiana explained with a light in her dark eyes. "How're you?" by the way.