HeavenQuill

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))

She stares at the hag, her green gaze searching the surroundings shortly to keep the lady in her sights. Her ivory skin covered in goosebumps as a shiver coursed down her spine. her nose scrunched before she listened to the lady and she took a seat. Despite the hag looking relaxed, Nórui found herself tense. As stiff as an oak tree. Her strawberry blonde hair swayed with her head movements before she cleared her throat. Her hands rested in her lap and she crossed one ankle over the other. The leather boots she wore gave a gentle 'thump'  as they tapped the ground. Swallowing, she nodded. "My name is- well, I'm sure you know if you've been waiting for me. . " Her nose scrunched, causing the freckles that scattered across the bridge of her nose like fallen leaves to wrinkle. "But My name is Nórui Aestra. I come from a family of High Elves. My parents think highly of themselves and set expectations that almost seem to high to reach." She seemed to almost be disappointed in herself? Her gaze faltered as she shook her head, shaking the thoughts clear of her mind and she looked back up at the hag, her gaze hardened with determination. Almost as if her goal was to prove someone wrong? She leaned back a bit, messing with a bracelet on her wrist. "I travel, mostly to explore, but also to prove my parents wrong. They believe that we need to stay where we are, be prim and proper. Not to speak to others who aren't like us. But that seems almost. . useless? or is worthless the right word?" Nórui blinked as she tapped a finger to her chin, her eyes squinting as she found herself deep in thought before waving that same hand in a small circle, as if clearing the air. "Seems like a waste of our life if we stay in one place and never see what the world has in store. I want to see the world and what it has for not just me, but others." Her hand moved to rest on the book bag she carried over her shoulder, when she turned her head to look at it, her earrings gave a gentle jingle. The bag wasn't fully closed, revealing a small book, covered in leather with stitching, holding pages inside and a quill rested near it. "I want to witness everything, and write it all down, draw it all. And when I go back home, prove to  my parents that there's more to life than- sitting pretty." Her hair moved when she looked back up, and it was clear she was using her hair to cover her elven ears, as if she were ashamed of them. "I'm the youngest of my siblings, and so far, all my siblings believe what my parents tell them. That everything will be handed to us on a silver platter as long as we sit and wait. But I don't want to sit and wait. I want to go."