Ferlwin isn't so much a performer as she is a caretaker of the grounds, having traded three years and three days of service in advance to have an old wound that prevented her from free access to her magic. A year and a day for every session needed to remove the taint of iron. Yet that's not to say she won't put on a show.
Her appearance is eye-catching, her blond hair shimmers in the sun, but even without that, the small horns on her head and the floppy doe ears are hard to miss. Beyond that, the way her long skirt is split at the sides just above her knees, shows off a pair of legs that much resemble those of a deer, complete with hooves and tawny hair.
She stops by what is clearly a dying tree, pulls out a small, golden colored flute and begins to play a light but pretty tune. To anyone that can see magic, motes of light will start to float around the plant, weaving around it and healing it.
Anyone else will only see the plant as it perks back up and then begins to grow and thrive, seemingly 'dancing' to the tune.
Option B: Break time
The day had been long and Ferlwin was tired, so she had settled under a large tree to get some time to herself and do some thinking. She'd been here six months so far, and while they had indeed given her what they promised, she was still uneasy in this place.
She pulled out an apple from the bag she carried and took a bite while trying to work through her conflicting emotions. Perhaps she was over thinking things...
Option C: Wild Card ((ooc: Go ahead and toss me an idea.))
Ferlwin | Satyr OC | Veteran
Ferlwin isn't so much a performer as she is a caretaker of the grounds, having traded three years and three days of service in advance to have an old wound that prevented her from free access to her magic. A year and a day for every session needed to remove the taint of iron. Yet that's not to say she won't put on a show.
Her appearance is eye-catching, her blond hair shimmers in the sun, but even without that, the small horns on her head and the floppy doe ears are hard to miss. Beyond that, the way her long skirt is split at the sides just above her knees, shows off a pair of legs that much resemble those of a deer, complete with hooves and tawny hair.
She stops by what is clearly a dying tree, pulls out a small, golden colored flute and begins to play a light but pretty tune. To anyone that can see magic, motes of light will start to float around the plant, weaving around it and healing it.
Anyone else will only see the plant as it perks back up and then begins to grow and thrive, seemingly 'dancing' to the tune.
Option B: Break time
The day had been long and Ferlwin was tired, so she had settled under a large tree to get some time to herself and do some thinking. She'd been here six months so far, and while they had indeed given her what they promised, she was still uneasy in this place.
She pulled out an apple from the bag she carried and took a bite while trying to work through her conflicting emotions. Perhaps she was over thinking things...
Option C: Wild Card
((ooc: Go ahead and toss me an idea.))