Fiyona hails from Clan Virel’onn, one of several lineages descended from the fragmentation of a once-great household rooted in the now-destroyed Vivec within the Isles of Vailor. In the present day, the clan is small enough to be counted on one hand, assuming five fingers remain to do so. They live as nomads, traversing across Azuras in quiet following their eventual exodus from their former home.
Fiyona, a middle child among several siblings, was born into this dwindling clan during their quiet life on Azuras. As its elders edged toward age and sought permanence over the strain of travel, she instead found herself drawn to the wider world. In time, she departed, becoming estranged as her kin settled deep beneath the land to endure in quiet isolation.
Her journey into the greater world is driven by a restless wanderlust, one she intends to shape into something greater as she walks the path of a Wanderer across Azuras.
The traveler 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 does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example:
Fiyona had been drawn by the prospects of civilization. A nocturnal traveler, she arrived at dusk, packs lightened as travel rations ran low. Eyeing the crone, the Mali'ker edged on a sense of caution, that suggested flight back into the surrounding forestry at the wrong clink of a coin. Such erring caution is the unspoken tradition of kin who have lived in the dark crevices many abstain from.
"Vraz, old crone," Fiyona greeted, "Curiosity draws me here, and the need to resupply in my journey. Quint though - you were expecting me? Or simply a traveler..?"
Fiyona, however, did not sit. In the ways of one ever-ready to take flight, she leaned in lieu to the chair, attention never entirely parted from exit-ways that could lead to her escape.
"Forgive me that I don't sit. But in any case - uhm.. I guess since you inquire.. I'm hoping to make something of myself, but, I don't exactly have the answers for that. Haha." Fiyona frowns awkwardly to herself. "Do you.. have any work..?"
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