It's not often that Lenore encounters anyone with hair as magnificent as her own. She's instantly fascinated by the sight of long red curls, so she has to come over to introduce herself. Lenore is a little more dwarfed by her curls, being small to start with and having a mass of red curls past the small of her back, thick enough that her entire upper body could disappear inside them. She hugs a couple of books to her chest, spines visible as Myths of the Old Gods and Beloved of the Divine. "I like your hair," Lenore flirts, smile friendly and playful.