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.”
((How do you respond?))
Although Caivaris' poised exterior exuded a sense of formality and grace, the subtle, nervous habits she struggled to restrain betrayed the inexperience that still lingered in her young mind. It was clear she was uncertain about the upcoming conversation—painfully so. Her perfectly styled, burnt-golden locks cascaded in gentle waves down to her lower back, bouncing simultaneously with her steps towards the elder. The human heeded to her request, folding into the chair with an unbroken posture. Esarelle's lips parted, then proceeded to drop into a tight-lipped, awkward grin. The sheer reluctance she had to respond was overwhelming. The blonde exhaled a breathe through her nose, "Visiting some family—friends, mostly," her words tumbled out rushed and unsure, yet laced with a tinge of wavering confidence. Aquamarine irises peeked from beneath thick, curled lashes—undeniably beautiful, yet entirely unreadable. They eyed the woman suspiciously, "I'm here to stay, hopefully. Things back home have gotten difficult. 's too much for me tae deal with." Her set of words finished with a sigh, it was clear she was skirting around the truth she dared not to voice. Esarelle's brows were pinched with stubborn frustration that—no matter how hard she tried to push down, remained. Was she upset about the unspoken circumstances back in her home? Despite her seemingly lanky frame, Caivaris stood at an average height, her weight proportionate The woman heaved herself upwards, quirking a brow with silent curiousity. "If we're done here, I'd like tae get goin'. I have somebody waiting on me," she bit back the urge to whine for the senior to hasten her movements as she stood expectantly, waiting for a response.
