Tempest's Haven :: You enter into a pale delicate cream and white living room-dinette. Celtic-wiccan decorations and art is evident. A woman with glossy gold tresses and gaze of honey laced with devious lashes of emerald kelly. Lips curve lightly to form a delicatly amused smile. :: So you've found me? I'm Tempest Zavien, I don't mind if you stay but please don't touch anything . . :: Fades off with a light teasing smirk and starts off. ::
