Rynelia was born in a family that worked with construction in a quiet elven city. As she grew, she developed an interest in building and art. Her parents worked hard to give both her and her older sister the chance to pursue higher education. Her sister followed that path, while Rynelia felt drawn to a different life.
She often thought about exploring the world beyond the city, but she never spoke about it openly, knowing others would not understand. At times, this led to quiet disagreements at home. Her older sister would step in, not to argue, but to support her and listen to her passion for architecture and art. Her sister often spent long hours with her, sitting in silence while Rynelia drew. During these moments, Rynelia would sketch her sister’s portrait, finding comfort in the quiet time they shared.
One day, Rynelia decided to leave. She told her sister in private. Her sister tried to stop her at first, but she understood that Rynelia would not be happy if she stayed. In the end, she accepted her choice.
Before leaving, her sister bought her a leather bag, boots, and gloves with her last silver coins. They shared a quiet farewell before Rynelia stepped away from her home and into the world.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How do you respond?))
Rynelia pauses at the doorway before stepping inside, her eyes catching on the floating candles as she watches them a moment longer than needed. She steps in quietly and takes the seat, though she doesn’t fully relax. Her gaze shifts to the old woman’s face, lingering just a second too long before she speaks. “…You were expecting me?” she asks, cautious.
There is a brief pause as her focus drifts, then she blinks and settles again. “I’m from an elven city not too far from here.” Her fingers rest lightly against her bag as she speaks. “I travel now… to see different places.” Her attention flicks back to the candles for a moment, before returning. “…I’m still figuring things out.”
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