Vuronia lived in Viridian Enclave with her mother and sister. Her sister, Serenity, is much more fond of outsiders than Vuronia is and was always boasting to their mother about all the friends she has made. Vuronia, hating the noise exclaims that the only reason she has so many friends is because she surrounds herself with those of other races. This quarrel spawned a bet. Serenity had to make an abundance of High elf friends whole Vuronia had to make an abundance of friends from other races. Vuronia has little to no intention of doing so and is taking the endeavor to get away from the noise and find a good place to rest for a while. Given her skin tone, Vuronia is not a 100% purely bred high elf and isn't necessarily favored by her peers. Her sister is fair skinned but gets similar treatment due to her unusual love for other races. Vuronias mom is a single mother and raised her in calm and piece and quiet until her little sister came around. Vuronia loves her but hates nothing more than noise.
("Oh I- wow-" Vuronia paused for a long moment, collecting her words before speaking to dispel the stutter. "My apologies, I expected this to be empty. You said you were expecting me?" Vuronia questions, pausing before her next words. She doesn't sit, nor glance at the cushion, she simply continues. "I didn't know there were tales of me farther west. If you must know, I'm searching for a quieter place to reside. I cannot stand the rash and the noisy. I'm sure you can understand my concern. I'm from Viridian Enclave but given all the ruckus i just -" Vuronia cuts her self off before she runs on a tangent, she swallows and continues. "You'll have to excuse me, I've come a long way. And given the..." She takes another pause, her hands that were previously resting at her side now clasped Infront of her. She continues, "Pleasant smell, it would be lovely to keep you company but I hate overstaying my welcome. I trust I've satisfied your curiosity, yes? Do you humans not get many elves this time of year?" Vuronia says, her question bordering on a tasteless remark. She blinks slowly waiting for her response before ultimately leaving the tent.)

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