zevenity

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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.”

As she peeks her head into the tent she's a tad startled by the lady. Freezing in her tracks for a second. She's stutters over her first answer "I- uh-" The lady begins to speak again and she follows the orders, staying cautious, you can tell by her body language.

"My story...? I mean, I suppose. It would be quite rude to not introduce myself after stumbling into your tent." 

She lets down her guard slowly. Soothing into the atmosphere and becoming a bit visually more comfortable. She takes a breath in whilst looking around the tent, looking for where to start.

"Well, I guess it starts with my parents of course, the people to bring me to life and start my supposed story. My mother was quite beautiful, so i've heard. She had long pretty hair that she cherished above all else, and a beautiful garden to accompany it. She was pretty religious too, heavy into beliefs. . . Oh yes, and disliked violence too, any problems or situations. She liked her peace."

She paused, and looked the lady in the eyes again.

"My father wasn't religious, he was quite selfish so my aunt says. Apparently pretty sly too, a sneaky one. Didn't very much like my mom, ironic since they were together for most of their lives. Though, these are only stories I've heard from my aunt who took me in, I was with her from the age of 10, I'm not sure why myself. My aunt didn't like to talk about it. However, the few things I do remember from my childhood is my mothers lullabies, and never really seeing my dad."

She sat upright and more in a confident matter looking at the lady and taking in her surroundings and the elder's appearance more in depth.

"And Ah yes, my name is Sirame Malii Ellyiir. Now, ma'am. . . What about you? You seemed to know of my existence well before I knew the existence of this place. I'd like to know why."