Myciel, born into an (obviously) Wood elven family, in (obviously) the Forest Realm of Irrinor, was taught from birth by her parents to live a life of quality, hard work and resourcefulness. These teachings didn't last terribly long however, as her father first passed from illness, followed by her mother a couple years later from the same illness. Let's not hope it runs in the family. Either way, now parentless and with nobody left to guide her, Myce taught herself how to cultivate, and to a lesser extent, fighting and hunting. She didn't actually fight with many others, she just helped others hunt and cook. Since she's weak in confrontational scenarios, she might as well follow in the footsteps of her parents and her people and be strong when hidden, from far-range. Hunting and archery give her the sense of control and power she wished she had much earlier in life, and she likes to think it would make her parents proud even in death.
Myce, having been up to this moment zoning out and haphazardly taking in the sights of this unfamiliar place, jumped slightly at the sudden appearance of the man. Nevertheless, he was greeted with a warm smile and a chipper- yet delicate- attitude and demeanor. "Oh, hi! I'm uh, just wandering really. I don't have a specific reason for being here, I just wanna explore..."
Trailing off in the same attitude as when she was first approached, it took her a good second to remember she was having a conversation. "Oh yeah, where are any shops here that have arrows? I wasted all of them shooting at shadows in the ocean." She had been terrified even being on the boat, but she knew if she couldn't even get over that for a bit, what did she expect to do with herself for the rest of her travels?
(if you need me to do first person instead of third let me know i can totally do that im just used to doing third person lmao)
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