She's a nomad and she lost the majority of her memory after a battle her parents had when she was younger which she was on the tail end of , she remembers only the smell of her mothers cooking and is some times made emotional from certain scents. She's not sure if she has more family out there but she hopes to one day find out.
She's currently unknown where she's from but wishes to find a home and a community, she was raised in a house hold of strong personalities causing her to be slightly shy, out shun and finds herself in a daze sometimes.
She's very kind and has a lot of ambitions not only to discover her past but the build her future.
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?”
"hello?.. who are you ? where am I?" she says while grasping her head, it seems she was previously injured by something...
"you've been expecting me? I don't recognise this place at all, I'm really not feeling gre..." she falls to the floor, head still in hand, the old hag stares at her with concern plastered to her face.
A few minutes of silence pass as tilleon composes herself.
"what do I wish to make of myself? I'm sorry to confuse you but I can barely remember the look of my own reflection.."
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