_KindaCorvid_

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))
 

Folding her hands neatly in her lap, Silvija sits down where the woman had gestured for her to do so. "Well, I- I'm not sure where to start. I suppose you'd like to know where I come from?" She started, slowly and unsure of herself. Her finger tapped quickly and methodically on her skirt as she continued "I am Silvija Yakovich," she paused, glancing at the senior across from her "though it seems you knew that already. Apologies. Well, I come from-" she let out a bit of a laugh and a shrug. "Nowhere in particular, really. You see my parents, may they rest in the Skies, led simple lives, my father thought living away from the noise of city life would allow him to better understand and follow the Seven Virtues. We lived on a small bit of land northwest of Norland, mostly hunting and gathering, and staying out of the way of most people. It's not that I disliked that life, but it could become rather isolating, and I always found myself wishing for more." Silvija stopped, worried she might have begun rambling on as she often did. Her gaze followed the inside of the tent, landing on the flickering candlelight as she gathered her thoughts. "I come here in search of what it is I am missing?" was that right? She shifted carefully on the cushion, taking in a breath of the thick, humid air. "I mean, I'm not really sure what it is I want. I just know I want to see more, do more. I was always so fascinated by the different travelers that would pass by our cabin. Of course, my father discouraged such intrigue, he said it wasn't right of me to desire so the colorful fabrics and instruments they brought with them, foreign and exotic plants and fruits and things. Oh my, I'm going on again, aren't I? Mostly, I suppose I am still trying to determine what exactly it is I've found myself here for."  She clasped her hands together, stopping her rapidly tapping fingers and looking up to meet the woman's gaze. "I hope I haven't bored you too much, my father always did say I talk too much if given the chance," her voice trailed off as she continued, "Probably on account of the only creatures I could really ever speak to being woodland animals and their sort, of course they could never quite continue conversation." She snapped back to the woman, smiling shyly. "I do not mean to speak ill of the dead, I do adore my parents and am grateful for all they've done for me, they did what they thought was best, but the life they led just never quite..." she struggled to find the appropriate word, but soon continued. "It was never really something I was interested in, separating myself from the rest of the world, living off the bare necessities. I am thoroughly glad it worked for them, but I find myself rather worried that the rest of the world will move on, and I'll be left behind. Like, what if, while I am stuck alone and isolated in my tiny corner of the land, everyone else is out, making changes to the world and moving on to the next- the next era, meanwhile I am forgotten and left behind. For so long, I have simply lived on this world, not quite in it, not knowing what was going on, not being a part of it. But now, I want to be a part of the world, rather than a bystander."