SpiritGlad3

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?))

Gwae gave the old hag a soft smile. "You have been expecting me? Why, thank you." He said, accepting her offer and sitting on the cushion. Carefully, he took off his pack and rested it by his side. "To introduce myself, I am Gwae Randir. As for my story," he began with a grin, "It starts as a child. I was fascinated by how the wind rustled leaves from trees and brought birds across great distances." He starts waving his hands carefully through the air as if to mimic the wind itself. "From then on, in a way, I, too, wanted to be the wind for people. Free to venture across oceans and mountains, to be a gentle push to keep someone going, or even a guide in a windless tunnel!" he states proudly, holding his hands high into the air before bringing them down into his lap. Gingerly he takes off a bird's feather from his pack, holding it within his palms, "A kind hag like yourself had granted me that wish, though the cost is I do not control when I sleep for she requested my dreams as payment." he sighed softly, "But that will not stop me from exploring what I can! Ultimately, I hope to learn more about the people who make this world beautiful. For my wish stems from my will to witness the stories of the world." He finishes, smiling brightly at the old hag. Suddenly, the feather begins to slip from Gwae's palm, causing him to quickly return it to his pack. "It looks like I must be off soon! I thank you kindly for offering me a place to sit and tell my story!" He says, hoisting his pack onto his back and bowing deeply to her, the beads at the end of his hair falling as a wave of blues and greens. "May you live long and the wind carry you!" He shouts as he rushes out of her tent and into the swamp woods. Little did Gwae know, there was no hag's magic affecting him, just his genetics.