SkullBunny

CONTINUED PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION - She bares a slight tan, earned from time tending to her garden and general laboring. Her long dark brown hair has been wrestled into a short braid that hangs down her back, with a stray piece of hair that hangs over her shoulder, regularly thrown over her shoulder but quickly finds itself wiggling back to her front. Her eyes are a light brown, like the coat of a fawn. She tends to favor garments of warmer colors, often accessorized with fabric flowers, not wishing to routinely behead flowers purely for their beauty. During working hours she often sports a white apron, tied tightly below her bust and travels halfway to her shins. While most of her working outfits tend to be cute and aesthetic, her boots are instead old and worn, made of leather darkened by years of dirt. These boots show obvious signs of repair, nearly half of the boot’s leather has been replaced with new sections of fresh leather, halfway to owning a new pair of boots. The woman has a strong smell of honey and cinnamon, a result of her work and the smells that cling to her clothes. - END OF CONTINUED DESCRIPTION - 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.” “Ah I was just turned around-“ Linzi’s words would freeze in the air at the woman’s words, she… had been expecting her? Silence followed for a period after the stranger’s words, as the half breed attempted to formulate her words. “Are you sure? Very well.” She spoke softly as she moved to sit where instructed, her hands moving to smooth out her wrinkled dress. “I was born to farmers, though my parents didn't raise pork or beef, at least for sale that was. No, my parents were the diligent keepers of bees.” A smile formed on her face at the thought of the fields beside the bee hives, fields of wildflowers, splatters of color in the rich green grass. “My parents cared for our bees and in return the hard working bees would give honey and wax.” Linzi would stop speaking, her soft words dissolving into a brief period of silence as she dug through her satchel. With a smile she would pull out a candle from her bag, placing it on a nearby table. Along the side of the candle’s surface had been stamped her family’s logo. “Though I enjoyed the company of the bees, I quickly discovered a burning passion for baking, sparked when I helped my mother make cookies for my grandmother's wake. That spark led to quite the roaring flame, I began to bake even more than my mom.” Her words once again stopped for a moment, brought back to the smells of her childhood home, rich flavors and smells filling the stone room. The ghosts of the smells danced across her nose even now, it was hard to forget the magic. “Gradually, through family events my baking became more known to not just my extended family but our neighbors and others. Eventually I began to bake for others in return for payment in gold or goods, starting off as the odd cake here and there then quickly to baking several items every week.” “Eventually I realized, perhaps I could make a living out of baking, so pulling money made through selling my goods I was able to get a bakery set up in town.” For the last time silence would again return as Linzi slid a hand into her satchel and withdrew a disk shaped item bound in parchment, sealed in twine. Stamped to the front of the parchment was a daisy with the text “Misty Grove”. “Here, for your hospitality, please pay me a visit if you're ever in town. I must return to my travels now, I’m expected at my bakery before tomorrow.” She bowed her head to the stranger in thanks before pushing out of the musty tent and back to the road. This seems to be a good lesson in only buying maps from credible cartographers… - if the uploaded skin isn’t good quality here’s the website page https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/23371757/aster/ -