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Serafina Calidus

"Fire is not the element of destruction, but of freedom. And in freedom, many find destruction."

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a character in “The Darkest Time”, as played by OurStars

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"Fire is not destruction, it is freedom. And in freedom, many find destruction.."




APPEARANCE
"Why don't you draw yourself a picture- it'll last longer."



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Description:
Serafina is a nymph, a fire nymph to be exact, and as thus has two primary forms, though, for the most part, they are very similar to each other. In fact, the only real difference is that, in her purest form, she happens to be on fire. Or rather, she happens to be fire, taking the general shape of a human being. Obviously, the characteristics seem to run together a bit in this situation, though most people don't notice because they can't look at her for too long before their eyes begin to hurt from the light. Luckily, she can also take a more human-like form, which she fondly refers to as her 'cool down state', though it isn't quite as comfortable feeling as her natural form. If she is around other people, unless she is angry or trying to mess with someone, Serafina tends to remain in this more human-like state. This is more of a courtesy towards other people than anything else, to be absolutely and completely honest.

As far as her human form goes, she is considered to be rather beautiful- nothing too shocking, given the nature of her species. Nymphs have a reputation for beauty, as well as for using that beauty for less than moral things. Anyway, the young woman has darker skin, though it might perhaps be considered a lighter brown, and raven hair that tends to be rather wavy, bordering on bushy. Serafina often wears the hear back in a scarf, to prevent it from falling into her face. She possesses roundish almond eyes of a dark green color, which have a sort of depth before the constantly present twinkle of mischief. They are framed by thick lashes, though of medium length, that only succeed in making her eyes seem even more vivid. Above them sit slightly thick eyebrows, which have a dark color matching her hair, that easily display amusement or doubt. She occasionally refers to them as her caterpillars, and will usually proceed to wiggle them afterwards. In fact, Fina can do the wave with her eyebrows- she calls it her secret skill. Her lips are full, and seem perpetually about to turn into a smile or a smirk, depending on her mood at the time. They have a pinkish tone to them, but are a darker shade.

As far as bodies go, Fina's is somewhat voluptuous, with a medium-sized bust and hips, and a toned waist in between. Given that she spends more of her time running around, she has little fat, and has an athletic quality to her. Her feet are, more often than not, dirty and rough, because she seems to have a strong disliking for shoes. Likewise, her fingers are calloused from climbing and working, as well as from her playing of a small, handheld harp, which she carries on her person most of the time. Her arms are muscular from this same climbing and working, but also from her fondness for various gymnastics, such as cartwheels and such, which she either does for fun or to show off, depending on the situation. When Fina moves, it is with the sort of passionate grace that one finds in the dancing flickers of a fire- she dances quickly and with a sort of power. Her walk is confident as well, and her posture is impeccable.

Clothing Style:
Fina dislikes wearing layers of clothing, which may partially be because she tends to just, literally, burn through them. The young woman doesn't have magical clothing that doesn't turn to ash when the person wearing them lights up, though she has been considering approaching someone, maybe a which or warlock, about getting some. So, there is that: when in her purest state, the young woman is as exposed as an infant. Of course, when one is made of fire, people rarely notice that because everything, as previously mentioned, sort of runs together. But when she is wearing clothing, Fina prefers things that she can move in, whilst still meeting the qualifications for what she finds pleasing to the eye. Or, of course, what she finds easier to make. For example: Fina wears more skirts than pants, because skirts are simply easier to make. She prefers colorful skirts that flow, but is willing to wear darker ones if a hip scarf or two can be throne on top. As far as shoes go, she tends to go without. Shoes are definitely not something that she can make, and even if they don't burn off, they make her feet feel constricted and pinched- like she's being stopped from reaching full speed. As far as the upper half of her body goes, the young woman opts for peasant blouses and the occasional cloth corset. She also likes to hold her hair back with colorful scarves, or whatever she can find lying around, honestly.

Height and Weight:
5'11", and her weight tends to vary. In her natural state, it is very little, because she is made of fire. However, when she 'cools down', around 140Ib or so.




BASICS
"You aren't even going to treat me to a drink first?"



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Name:
Serafina Calidus


Nicknames:
Fina - A nickname given to Serafina by her guardian, because when she was a child, Serafina was long and she simply called herself s'fina, which eventually shortened down to Fina. The young nymph is rather content with the nickname, though it has no real emotional meaning other than a touch of sentimentality. Some people have called her Sera, as well, but it is hardly an inspired nickname for the young woman.


Gender:
Female


Age:
21


Race:
Nymph


Sexuality:
Pansexual - She doesn't honestly care, so long as the person is cute and can keep up with her.


Love Interest:
"No one catches the eye at the moment, unfortunately."




PERSONAL INFOMATION
"Not a fantastically grand story yet, but I'm working on it."



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Personality:
Serafina has never been anything less than a person of her own will, an independent type who dislikes the idea of relying on others or even going so far as to accept help from another person. Sure, she's perfectly fine with company, in fact an incredibly social person, but she rather prefers to be responsible for what happens to her, rather than allowing other people to have a controlling aspect in her life. As far as she is concerned, in a philosophy somewhat more pessimistic than one would expect from her, a person cannot control being hurt, but they can control who hurts them. She thinks of it in more of a flipped manner- she can't control hurting people, but can control who she hurts. And, in all honesty, Fina would prefer to minimize the damage. So she is a social type of girl, as many nymphs are, but she also tries to limit the amount of people who she very much affects, because fire does have the tendency to burn, after all, as much as she denies this fact in average conversation. She is more careful around others than she gives off, certainly, and must constantly be on guard in order to prevent herself from, well, losing control.

And she has grown quite good at that--at keeping control, that is. As a child, Fina had a bit of a temper, the sort that springs up like a mousetrap at a misstep, and because of this she did cause some amount of destruction. This motivated her to focus on learning how to discipline herself to the point where she could act as freely and impulsively as she wished, and yet never lose control again. And she has accomplished this. Fina may make impulsive choices or seem to say whatever she wants without any regard for what other people think, but all of this is a layer in front of a person who knows exactly what they are doing, or at least likes to let on that they do, and can control themselves with precision. She, for the most part, has a perfect handle on her own emotions, at least those that may set her afire, and is very proud of this fact, to the point of arrogance. To the point of arrogance at which she may end up loosening the grip slightly because she overestimates her own control over it. She is very disciplined with her emotions, but perhaps not quite as disciplined as she would like to believe. This is likely why she is able to come across as so impulsive and careless all the time: she kind of is, without fully realizing it. There is always that chance that she might loosen her grip just a tad bit too much.

Her impulsive arrogance, independence, and discipline have also had a bit of an effect on how Serafina speaks, combining to create a young woman fond of teasing, witty banter, and flirtation. Having grown up around taverns and traveling with what higher classes consider to be scum, the young woman can sing a good amount of songs, whether they be innocent or dirty, and can tell a joke that'll make even the crudest of men blush a bright scarlet color. In fact, she finds doing so to be great fun, the sort of person who likes to get a reaction out of people. She's very good at it, as well, and can probably make even the shyest of people shout out loud, or the grimmest of souls crack a little smile. She deals best with reactions and people, an observer and a doer rolled into one dancing figure. Fina will flirt with anything with a pulse, especially if they either freak out about it or are able to keep their own and engage her in a verbal spar. What she lacks in academic learning, such as reading or math, the young woman makes up for with her intuition and resourcefulness. Perhaps she doesn't know how to calculate trajectories, but she can throw a rock with precision all the same, and the illiteracy doesn't stop her from knowing long, complex stories by heart. She has a bit of a competitive streak, as well, and makes a point of one upping people if she can, even if it is only for the fun of it. You skip a rock two times across the water? She'll do it three. It's usually just for a laugh, but she can become serious about a competition if she finds it intriguing enough.

Arrogant || Controlled || Impulsive || Witty || Resourceful || Flirtatious || Independent to a fault || Guarded || Free-spirited || Competitive

Likes:
Dancing
It simply comes naturally to Serafina. After all, one rarely describes a flame as standing still, because fire has the tendency to dance and shudder, constantly moving. The same applies to the fire nymph, who moves like a flame: quickly and with a sort of power to it, challenging people to keep up with her. She seems to have no regard for social standards or what is considered decent when she dances, but such is common of many species, and is not exclusively a nymph mindset. Anyway, Fina has a passion for dance and a talent to match. Even when not dancing, she appears to have a bit of music in her step.

Riddles
Riddles are a thing with which one may sharpen their mind- especially one with a limited amount of literacy but a mind for games. When the young woman was a girl, she would make up riddles on the spot and share them with those around her, making up little prizes for whomever it was that solved it first. In turn, she would ask others to make up riddles for her to solve, thinking there to be no greater fun than to successfully crack a person's puzzle. She is quite gifted at coming up with little verbal puzzles, whether they be childish or thought provoking, and poses them in order to break tensions. In fact, when she is trying to concentrate she will ask the more difficult ones, but when she feels nervous will ask childish ones.

Teasing
Serafina has a fondness for getting reactions out of people, and is quite skilled at luring them out from even the most stoic of characters. She can tell jokes bawdier than what one hears at the lowest tavern, and is a self-proclaimed expert at getting people to crack a smile. A long-time enemy of tension, she resorts to teasing in order to break it, whether it be at her cost of her or others. The teasing might often be flirting, or simply banter. She does have a sharp wit, after all.

Fruit
Well, Fina doesn't really eat meat, though she'd probably be fairly handy for cooking it, or any sort of animal products. She's vegan, if you will. Thus, her diet is exclusively composed of fruits, vegetables, and grains. Of those three options, her preferred is fruits- especially apples and strawberries. In fact, there have been days where she eats nothing but apples, plucked from various trees. She can spend all day in a tree if she has apples and a riddle to think about.

Adventures
The young nymph loves adrenaline rushes and adventures, having always been the sort to leave the village for random periods of time in order to simply go 'adventuring'. She wants to be the sort of person that people tell stories about, or to at least collect as many of her own stories as possible. Fina is very much in favor of living with no regrets, and this is why she is willing to stick her neck out for the sake of a probability. Her mind is very focused on the present, because she doesn't see the point in living your life for the future. After all, you never reach the future.

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Shoes
As has been previously stated, Fina constantly has dirty and calloused feet because she prefers to go without wearing shoes whenever possible. And, in her society, 'whenever' is pretty much always. Many of the other nymphs share this dislike for their own reasons as well, whether that be because they spend most of their time in water anyway, or because they can't feel the earth beneath their feet when wearing shoes. In her case, most of the shoes are either burnt anyway, or remain and restrict her feet, making her feel uncomfortable and restrained. So, she simply goes without them.

Her Illiteracy
Fina grew up learning to climb trees, pick the ripest fruits, dance like a flame, control her anger, and other such things. She can tell a dirty joke and make up silly riddles and elaborate stories, but she can never read any of these things. After all, the young woman has never been taught to read anything beyond the letters of her own name, and can't teach herself because she can't identify the alphabet, either. It makes it seem slightly ironic that she would be sent to try and help locate a book. As far as she is concerned, however, a person doesn't need to know how to read a book in order to find it. Still, she has known several who did have the luxury of being taught to read, and dislikes the fact that she never had such lessons.

Small Spaces
Just as shoes make her feel constricted, being trapped in small enclosures make Serafina feel uncomfortable. It actually reaches the point of genuine claustrophobia, because she has the tendency to have a rather uncharacteristic panic attack if left in a very small enclosure which she is unable to escape. There isn't really much else to be said on the topic, honestly. It is natural for flames to move and spread, but when isolated they have the tendency to eventually dwindle and fade away. She is afraid that this applies to her, as well.

Bread
Serafina doesn't like bread. There isn't any depth to this dislike- she can't claim that she was traumatically force fed it as a child, or that she was raised baking it and was forced to swim whenever she burnt a piece. She simply doesn't like the taste or the texture of bread. Fina will eat it, of course, if she has to, but otherwise prefers to stick to vegetables and fruit.

Losing her temper
For the most part, Serafina only loses her 'cool down' form when she desires to, otherwise capable of keeping herself from being, well, fire. However, there are instances in which she has become pure flame without intending to, and all of them have a connection: she was angry. While the woman has gained some amount of control over her emotions over the years, as was necessary if she wished to ever enter the territory of the land nymphs without burning the forest down, she still is guilty of losing her temper and bursting into flames from time to time. In those situations, she often loses a perfectly good set of clothing, and may potentially harm people in the near vicinity. When she is in her pure state, after all, her size tends to fluctuate, just as a flame can grow.


Fears:
Claustrophobia
As was previously mentioned, Serafina has a great fear of small spaces. A person puts out a candle by capping it, right? Well, she seems to have this fear that the same thing can apply to her. At the very least, the fire nymph hates the fact that such small areas don't allow for much movement, especially as she is the sort who appears to be very rarely still. Something about being incapable of escaping a place terrifies her, and she will avoid it at almost all costs. Fire is the element of freedom, after all, and is not meant to be contained.

Losing Control
While the woman may give off an impression of being impulsive and carefree, she is in fact very much in control of herself, and is capable of keeping herself from doing things if need be. Perhaps she doesn't always exercise this ability, but she has a very disciplined grip over it. This is because here race of nymph is one which is known for both their passion and their ability to unintentionally destroy. If not controlled carefully, fire can spread and consume everything in its path. While she strongly believes that fire is not death and destruction, but passion and freedom, Serafina remains afraid that she will lose control and that those around her will be victims of this.

Swimming/Water
This is rather logical, isn't it? Swimming requires water, water extinguishes fire, and Fina's true form is fire. It doesn't take a genius to put the facts together and guess why she has a fear of fire: it can be very damaging for her. In her human form, being in water will weaken her greatly. However, were she to be doused with water or something of the like whilst in her pure state, she would be weakened so greatly that death isn't a possibility to be ruled out. Needless to say, she stays as far away from oceans and rivers and the like as much as she can, even if it means taking the longer route.

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-Mother was a somewhat forgotten wife in a harem, and left to fight in the war after having Fina. She died, and thus Fina has very little memories of her, other than warmth and light.
-She was one of a good deal of children
-Often ran away to the forest nymph dwelling to climb trees
-Let temper get the best of her and burned down 1/4 of their territory
-To escape the blame, being young and frightened, she ran away.
-Fina traveled on her own for a few months before being taken in by a wandering motley group, composed of people from every species.
-She traveled with them for ten years, until she was eighteen. Over that time, gained an appreciation for each species, as well as various skills such as cooking, gathering, swindling, pickpocketing, entertaining, etc.
-She returned to her village after another year of solitary wandering, to find that people had believed her dead, tracing her trail to the ocean, which they believed she had fallen in. The village had also recently been ransacked by enemy soldiers, and was in very poor condition.
-Stayed in the village for a while to help with the reconstruction. Upon hearing that a young representative from each group was needed, she volunteered. Partially to end the war, partially for adventure, and partially to escape the town, because she has wanderlust and disliked staying in one place for too long.



Other
- Prior to the beginning of the journey, Serafina had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Nobility himself, Chiron the centaur -a highly uninspired name, as far as she is concerned. Anyway, she had been hungry, starving, even, and stole a bit of food from a few sleeping travelers. Okay, so maybe it was more than just a bit. But she had been getting a bad vibe off of them anyway, and it wasn't as though she was stealing gold or anything, right? She's never been particularly materialistic, anyway. Back to the point, they woke up and immediately began searching, because as it happens, they hadn't any gold and that was the last of their rations. The travelers were centaurs, and therefore allies of the nymphs, but did have a bit of prejudice against the species, and kind of stereotyped her by immediately believing -albeit accurately- that she had done it. They confronted her, pushing her against a tree and such, and started swearing at her to give them back the food. Well, Fina wasn't going to have that, and was about to retort, when some young lad with silver hair came running over, shouting some nonsense about the guys around her being villains who were hurting some poor woman. Obviously, Fina was having none of that- she dislikes being seen as helpless, and especially dislikes people thinking she needs saving. So when he came over to help her, she decided to teach the fool a lesson about judging situations and making assumptions about the strength of people. She slipped the food into his bag, and framed him for the thievery. Fina is a skilled talker and very persuasive, so she soon had the travelers eating out of her hands, regardless of prejudice, and believing that she was a victim[/i, and that the centaur had done it. When they let her go to blame him instead, she gave the lad a flirtatious wink, the sort of smirk that clearly says [i]"Poor woman, huh?" and was on her way.

Oh, woe is me, the poor victim. That'll teach him to go around assuming things about people, and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, she thought, biting into the bit of food that she had kept from the bag.

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Serafina Calidus's Story

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As it is, there is no one to curse the world for choosing Serafina as the representative for the Nymphs on this suicide mission. There is only the girl herself, and she is far too focused on ignoring the fact that the mission is suicide, because admitting that to be the case would result in dampened spirits or, even worse, anger. Had she continued to travel the continent with her lovely motley of colorful individuals, ones who represented all species and walks of life, then perhaps someone might have warned her against embracing the challenge. Someone might have yelled at her and called her a bloody fool for so readily accepting the call to arms.

Then again, had she remained with that group, perhaps she never would have been chosen as the young individual being sent to die. She would have been a bit harder to get a hold of, at the very least. But as it is, she had taken a break from her endless wanderings two years ago, stopping to try and lend aid to her village, probably out of some sense of guilt. She hadn’t been in the place since childhood, when she burned down part of the forests and immediately ran away for fear of repercussions. While, in hindsight, it had been an impulsive and stupid choice to make, the raven-haired nymph does not regret it. She remains an impulsive and stupid person, though the severity and sort have shifted somewhat over the years. Besides, it allowed her to branch out from the shadow of the dormant volcano to which fire nymphs flocked, and allowed her to leave the comfort of town.

That, in itself, is one of the oddities in the sequence, however. Traditionally, nymphs do not live in towns, preferring to remain more true to nature. Their gatherings are more similar to tribes, or wandering packs that are somewhat confined to a finite space. And yet, Serafina was raised in a village- one of the only villages of the Nymph people, in fact. There is one key factor that leads to the gradual formation of a village, and that, silly though it may sound to others, is men. They are something of a scarce commodity among Nymphs, given that only one in every fifty or so births results in a male Nymph. The instinctive need to reproduce, combined with the rareness of those with whom they can do so, has led to a long-standing tradition of harems of sorts. Such things cause people to gather in one place, and thus little villages, perhaps one or two per area of Nymph territory, crop up.

Naturally, not all Nymphs engage in this practice, as there are tribes all over the place, most composed entirely of women, and there are male Nymphs who choose to remain with only one partner- this is as rare as the birth of a male Nymph, however. It is in such a little village that Fina lived for a portion of her youth, while her mother was away at war. Her father has a harem of sorts in the village, though several of his wives have been lost to the war, and is considered even stranger than usual, for he has a twin brother. Their birth had given their mother a little bit of fame for a while, though that sizzled out, as most things do.

But back to Fina. When she was told of her fate, it was not some sort of grand thing, despite the stereotype of Nymphs having a penchant for theatrics--that’s really more of a fae thing, actually. Instead, approximately a week before the date, she was approached by her father, a novel thing as she had never been one of his more beloved children, and informed of the decision made by the Elders. They had a brief discussion on the matter, and Serafina accepted with little to no hesitation. It was a welcome excuse to leave the town once more, after all, and she had quickly grown bored of aiding in the reconstruction of the village. Were Fina to spend more time in her own territory, she would surely find herself far more accustomed to the lives of the more nomadic fire Nymphs. As it is, she prefers to wander the continent, and this suicide quest -she does not deny that it is a dangerous trip indeed- provides a much needed source of adventure for the young woman.

No one was told about the decision she had made, and thus there was no group of people to celebrate her sacrifice. People treated her no differently, just as Fina had desired. She only likes fanfare when she can control it completely, after all, and prefers to leave places unnoticed, slipping away like a shifting shadow. So she continued about her day after accepting the quest, all but her father ignorant to the task she had taken on.

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”I don’t know how you manage to stay in one place for more than a month, Fina,” a squat, older man with a pointed brown beard comments smoothly, taking a long drink of potent wine from an iron chalice. While he is hardly intimidating in appearance, with streaks of grey in his hair to give away age and shoes that curl at the bottom to indicate that he is not a fighter, the man does command a certain sort of respect. He has an air about him of one who has seen a good deal and absorbed it well- the type of person who has important and thoughtful opinions, but is still able to twist them into jokes that will have the stoniest of men bursting into laughter.

”Trust me, Feradio, I ask the same thing of myself,” responds the young woman sitting on the table he is at. She has long raven hair that has the look of dark coal with hints of ember, as there are little bits of red in the sunlight, and dark eyebrows to match, giving the impression of someone having smudged ash over their eyes to make the eyebrows even darker than they normally would be. Those eyebrows are raised in an expression of perpetual amusement, pairing nicely with full lips that dance at the corners, threatening to be stretched into a smug little smirk.

Her eyes hold the twinkle of someone withholding information, and this does not go unnoted by the older gentleman. Still, the two have known each other for many years, and he knows better than to pry. One thing can be said of those who spend years traveling the continent, and that is that they learn to not care too much about the business of others, unless others are in the business of harming them. This certainly doesn’t apply to his longtime friend, the fire Nymph who is plagued with constant wanderlust.

”Then why not leave again? I’m sure the old bunch is around somewhere, no? Last I heard from Gregya, they were on their way to Centaur territory. Terribly rocky country, but you know how persuasive Jorren can be when he wants to,” his voice holds fond nostalgia, something rare in the man. While he may seem to be the sort with a quick wit and quicker tongue, he is far from a sentimental sort, and this visit with an old friend is only happening because it is of no inconvenience to him.

”Oh, I expect I’ll run into them eventually. I won’t be staying here much longer, I promise you,” Serafina responds, allowing her mouth to spread into a cheery grin now, illuminating her face. Feradio studies her carefully for a moment before giving a resigned shrug and taking another long drink from his chalice.

”Perhaps you can take this iron trinket with you- give Kiira a nice smack over the head with it for me,” he jests, rewarded with a laugh from Serafina, but only because she is familiar with Kiira’s impish ways.

”I may do just that.”

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Music plays at a rapid beat, produced by the voices and instruments of fire Nymphs while others dance joyously. Miniature festivals such as these are not uncommon in this little village, as many of the residents are incredibly fond of such solemnities. They have become even more crucial ever since the scare two years ago, when enemy soldiers had managed to push back to the fire territory, using Dragonkin as their vanguards. While the people had previously been protected by the intense heat of their environment, and the formidable mountains surrounding it, they met their match against the Dragonkin fighters, who are accustomed to such climates. In fact, this is what led the allies to choose fire Nymphs as the primary fighters in Dragonkin territory, for the area was impossible for any others to survive for long periods of time. Needless to say, those who are, in essence, flame have little trouble in the crumbly, fiery environment of the Dragonkin island.

Ever since the advancement, though they had managed to push out the opponents, there had been the looming threat, paired with the knowledge that the stronghold of the fire Nymphs was not as insuperable as had once been believed. And no one had been more shocked by this than the Nymphs themselves, having grown arrogant about their own security, the arrogance serving as a barrier to try and keep spirits from falling as their people died in battle for a war that no one wanted anymore. A war kept going only by the paranoia that, should one group fall out, they will be ravaged by savage enemies. No war is stronger than those which are fueled by fear of complete obliteration. These festivals helped to keep spirits high, and were a welcome distraction from the war.

Fire Nymphs are notoriously fantastic dancers, moving with the speed and passion of their element, and Serafina is no exception to this. Surrounded only by each other and a nonflammable home, all are able to maintain their natural form, looking simply like flames reaching towards the sky, twisting through the crowd, throwing back heads as they laugh. Serafina's flame burns brighter than the others, but this is likely due to the possession of knowledge that the others currently lack. The next day she will leave, after all, and will likely have to remain in her more restricted form, so as to avoid harming others with her fire. Dancing is never so glorious in a human form as it is when one is in their freest state, and Fina is very much aware of this fact.

Thus, she dances with great passion and enthusiasm, never missing the beat and seeming to contain limitless energy. Only the stars above, pinpoints of flame so bright that they can be seen from light years away, outshine the Nymph dancers. At some point in the night, Fina begins to slip away, darting between the crowds until she has made it out the other end, and has a quick path to gather her very few belongings, such as an inflammable bag made of cotton enchanted by Feradio, and a small flute, should she grow bored. Of course, there is also a dagger made of dragonglass, one of the sharpest substances known, and a single apple, which she consumes upon seeing it. The taste was simply too tempting for the young woman, despite all of her self control, to give up.

When Fina leaves the village, no one knows- they are all too occupied distracting themselves from the war around them, unaware that a daughter of their village is going out on a quest intended to stop it. An impressively foolish quest, of course, but a well-intentioned one all the same. That much must be allowed to Serafina, even if she did not agree to the journey due to any real nobility or honorable intentions. She simply wanted an escape, and it presented itself in a fashion to tantalizing and adventurous that no manner of obstacle could have stopped her from plucking the fruit.

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When Fina sets off to go, she does not do so at a sluggish pace, nor even a leisurely one. Despite her seemingly carefree attitude towards all things, the young woman does not head towards the location in a lackadaisical manner--impatience and curiosity prevent her from taking such a course. Besides, she is fortunate enough to live near the center of the continent, though the fire Nymphs live on the furthest corner of Nymph territory, and therefore has a much shorter journey than many of the others. Lacking wings to fly, she runs. While the celestial Nymphs may be the quickest of the species, those of the fire variety come at a very close second, as fire is known for spreading quickly. So as not to leave a trail of flames in her path, Fina remains in a human form, but still her speed is quite impressive as she races through fields and forests, swerving around or jumping over obstacles when need be. Her stops are infrequent and brief, the only real obstacle to her being the river of the water Nymphs. She must stop and wander there, until reaching the strong stone bridge that reaches over the water and to the other side, providing safe entry for one who finds water to be a poisonous substance.

As she sets her pace once more, Fina finds herself not willing to resist the urge to throw in sporadic cartwheels and such, making the journey to begin the journey far more amusing for her. Only on the outskirts of the forest does she skid to a stop once more, savoring surprisingly warm grass beneath her feet, and the sounds of nature surrounding her. In another life, the young woman must have been a Land Nymph, or an Elf of some sort, for she has a great love for trees and forests. This makes it almost tragic that she must restrain herself so as not to burn down the forest with a single touch.

Deciding to announce her presence, Fina pulls out her beloved little flute and begins to play the tune to a well known song. However, halfway through the piece, an idea dawns on her that prompts a saucy smile before she bursts into song, wishing she had a string instrument of some sort to play as she sings.

"That night I rode in glorious style,
And other things besides,
And on her lily white stomach, Boys,
I had such lovely rides
But when I woke next morning, Boys,
My instrument was sore
As if I had been using it
On the keyhole in the door.

The keyhole in the door,
My boys, the keyhole in the door
As if I had been using it
On the keyhole in the door."


She only sings part of the song before arriving upon the stipulated tree, finding two to already be there- both fae, from the look of it, one with bright blue hair and lovely wings, whilst another is positively tiny and has hair the color of moonlight. Were she a touch more vain, the young woman might've sighed in envy, for pretty as raven hair may be, it lacks the brilliance of blue fire and moonlight beams.

"Well, hello, then- are you all that's arrived as of yet?" she inquires, not noticing Bailey because she has yet to have any motivation to look up into the tree.

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RAZAHA HAKIMI

The firelight flickered over the old man's silhouette, accentuating hard lines in his face.

"Raza, what do you want to be when you grow up?" he rumbled when he spoke, mirroring the ocean's hushed roar you could hear about a mile away. He looked tired. He always looked tired. It was like lately whenever the young boy searched those familiar grey eyes, he saw nothing but the last few grains of sand trickling down the hourglass.

Raza, still a child, rocked on his heels and sucked on his teeth as he thought. Even then, he never answered without deep contemplation.

"A hero,"

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Raza bashfully kicked at a pebble near his feet as a group of people appraised him, giving him tearful hugs and congratulations. Rarely was the Dragonkin prodigy at a loss for words, and yet...

The whole beach was shimmering with lights, orbs of magical fire that floated in the air, bobbed in the sea. Rich music and food was in the air and beautiful jewels had been sprinkled about the sand, twinkling in the thick light of the setting sun. It was beautiful. It was for him. A large banner hung from tree to tree that read, "GOOD LUCK RAZAHA", a humble way to show his hometwon's support of his upcoming adventure. He still felt as if this little village had been too accommodating for a kid like him, no more than an abandoned urchin, and this gesture was more than he could accept without a strangely sweet guilt seeping into his smile.

A woman named Celeste approached him, little crow feet beside her eyes crinkling as she smiled. "We are so proud of you," she said. He'd considered her a neighbor and friend. She baked bread down the street. He remembered the sour dough she'd make for him specially after he'd dust the shop for her. She wiped her eyes. "I was close friends with your grandfather, you know," she began.

He nodded warmly, though a swell of grief still rose in his chest at the mention of his deceased guardian, even after the five years. He hadn't expected anyone to bring that up. "He spoke fondly of you."

"Kumara - he - " she began before shaking her head. "He told me to give you this when you turned eighteen. I figured since you're leaving for this mission, I should give it to you now because..." she trailed off. Because you won't be alive for your next birthday. The implied words sink heavily between them and Raza laughed in spite of himself. She seemed even more saddened by the sound of his smooth, light chuckles and a little whimper escaped her mouth as she broke out into tears again. Regretting it immediately, he pulled her in for a hug.

"Thank you, Celeste. I will remember you always." he murmured into her limp red hair and accepted the small palm-sized package.

He unfolded the old white fabric time and time again until a hint of gold showed. Nestled in the center was a necklace, sturdy and secure, with a simple red stone dangling. The light hit it in such a way that it seemed like fire danced in his hand. A warmth grew inside him and he quickly looped it over his head and let it lay around his neck.

The rest of the night passed with Raza playing soccer with the children and admiring how stubby their little horns were, hardly believing he once looked like that. He left that night feeling more like an adult like than he ever had, with the prospect of death now looming over his head.
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"How terribly exciting," he mumbled to himself as he eyed a foreign bird perched in a tree nearby. He'd never ventured from the island before. The boat ride was somewhat turbulent if not because of the fact that water had a way of putting him out, but he managed. This lush vegetation, too, was new. The air was balmy here, different from the volcanic temperatures he grew up in. He'd studied all this in books, of course. He just hadn't realized how vastly different the world was through first person point of view. "A change in scenery is a good way to start a suicide mission, I suppose."

He did not question why the elders had chosen him. In his eyes, there was no one more suited. He had been training for about five years for this journey without even knowing it existed, so when he'd been called down it was as if all the pieces came into place. No other Dragonkin could have possibly yearned for the war to end more than he. His heart had been waiting for this his whole life.

When he finally arrived to the "center of the land", he was somewhat tired but so high on sensory overload that he remained bright eyed and bushy tailed. He spotted the oak tree and a collection of strange looking folk he admired from a distance. While these people in particular were especially interesting, just about any person with a pulse would have been welcome company after how long he'd been alone while traveling.

"OI!" he called to them with a broad wave. He strolled towards them at a lackadaisical pace and once he had reached them, he gave a charismatic wink. He then took on the task of analyzing the appearance of all those arrived so far. There was pretty female with long dark hair - she stands with purpose, an undertone of strength in the way she presents herself. There's a smaller kid, scrawny but incredibly pretty with big eyes that reminds him of the moon itself. He has a poise to him, something very regal that makes Raza register him as nothing less than wealth or nobility. Then there was a tall one painted in shades of brilliant blue lounging on a branch, large wings that dwarfed Raza's folded neatly on his back. The short black plumage on his own ruffles instinctually.

"Hello," he said simply, plopping down in the grass and leaning back on his hands, eager grin brimming.

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Amarie Galadriel

In the southeast forest things were oddly quiet even in the dead of night. Though the elves, who were such simple creatures, were well known to retire to their homes shortly after nightfall, it seemed as if something had gathered the quiet attention of every creature known to man.

Deep in the middle of the trees came the sound of laughter and muffled giggles. There stood three elfin children, two of which had their hands pressed to a tree of choice, bent over with their free hands covering their mouths trying to stifle said laughter.

The third was standing a foot away from them, his face as red as a maple leaf in the fall. He was so embarrassed steam was almost rising from his ears as his clinched fists shook beside him. “Stop it,” he hissed. “Right now!”

The male of the two amused elves stood, wiping a tear away from his eye with his wiry pinkie finger. His bright green eyes showed only humor, and the moonlight beating down through the trees made his fair skin and shoulder length blonde hair shine.

He was taller than the blushing male, and clamped a hand on his shoulder before leaning in close. The latter male looked younger—shorter in stature, thinner, with a round face and short, curly brunette hair. He didn't seem to like the first male leaning in like that, and distinctively moved back as if sensing a threat. “We told you not to come.”

“Flynn,” the sole female of the group spoke up as she stood. She was almost as tall as the blonde male—Flynn. She had a curvy stature to her nimble body, paired with skin that looked as if it had been kissed by the sun, but with hair as bright as the moon itself.

While the group of three was dressed the same in rags that denounced a social rank, she was by fair the most appealing—as if her clothing had taken time to make an impression. “Don't be rude. We told Mave what he was getting into.”

The younger male, Mave, looked at her as if she'd saved his life when Flynn backed off of him. “I-I didn't think y-you were serious!” he sputtered out in a rush as his eyes bounced between the two of them.

The female smiled, a creepy little grin that curled around her teeth before she twisted around and practically skipped to the edge of the trees. Flynn only smiled as he claimed an arm around Mave's smaller shoulders and pulled him closer. “Welcome to manhood, my friend.”

“This could get us killed!” Mave hissed out as they stepped towards the edges of the trees where the girl was waiting, on her knees and peaking through the branches. Flynn dropped his arm to elbow the younger male, and joined her.

After a long amount of silence, it was obvious Mave was getting frustrated. “Well?!” he asked, whispering quietly. “What can you see?!” He pushed past both of them, catching his toe on an external tree root and falling flat on his face.

The other two elves went tense suddenly, while the younger groaned and pushed himself to his knees, mumbling under his breath about how much he hated the others when he opened his eyes and found them just inches above a very serious pair of huge boots. He gulped strongly as his eyes raised up and he found himself staring at a very large, very dark elf. Who did not look happy.

“Uh...guys...?” he muttered softly.

Still behind the trees, Flynn shook his head and put his hand on the girls forearm, going to move her with him as he silently backtracked. But the young girl's attention had been captured, and in the next moment she was pulling free of her male friend and stepping out into the clearing as well.

For beats of silence, there they stood: Flynn hidden in the trees with a look of shock upon his face, Mave on the ground looking as if his stomach might come up his mouth, the girl staring in awe at the new elf, and behind them all was the largest group of Dark Elves any of them had ever seen. Eerie music was flowing from a flute, people were dancing, a fire was roaring.

Between the girl and the dark elf that had come upon them, a new attraction was brewing. He was almost a foot taller than her, his skin an ashen color, midnight hair fell down his back and shoulders, pointed ears peaking through them. He had a chiseled chest, muscled arms, and a set face with strong features.

His black eyes trailed over her body with a specific detail before a slow smile appeared on his face, pulling at the long scar that sliced from his hairline down to his jaw. He opened his hand out to her, and after only a moment of hesitation she placed her hand in his. “Rav,” he introduced in a silky tone.

“Amarie.”




Not twenty-four hours later, Amarie found herself sitting lazily in a low tree branch, a four year old child was hanging on her feet. Her golden hair was just as thin as Amarie's, hanging in wisps around her long ears. She was smiling happily as she swung back and forth, and chattering about tree frogs.

Amarie, however, wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were aimed towards the north, where the trees ended and the mountains began, caves drawn out along the land just before they reached centaur territory where the dark elves lived.

A smile touched her lips as she closed her eyes and thought about the night before, twirling around on her bare feet in the soft, warm grass. His strong body pressed against hers, the music that she'd fallen in love with playing around them.

The cold, rock floor against her bare skin, the feeling of his rough lips across her skin, the sound of his voice...“Amarie!” She nearly fell out of the tree at the voice that interrupted her fantasy as her pink eyes fell on Flynn's bright form.

He grabbed a branch and jumped up with her, concern written on his features. “I am so sorry that I left you last night,” he said under his breath, tossing glances at the people around them to make sure they weren't overheard. “Were you okay? What happened? I was about to send a search--”

She cut him off with the raise of her hand as she turned her attention back to the event ahead of them. Every elf in the southeast was gathered there in the one little area, a clearing somewhere in the center of the woods. She could see the royals, but they were far off from where she sat. “I'm fine, Flynn. Just fine.”

He lowered his voice and his head towards her. “We need to talk. It's important.”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled with obvious disinterest as she continued to watch. After a moment silence was called and the elves did as the were told, even the fouryear old hanging from her sisters feet. Amarie didn't really care so much as to what was going on, she just didn't want to talk about her previous night. Definitely not with the boy who had tucked his tail between his legs and ran once things got good.

The king stepped up finally, the only elf standing other than his royal court—all the others were sitting, either on the ground or in the trees. “As everyone has known for some time, the elders have agreed to send a group of this generation to help end our long war.”

There was silence as no one spoke up to say they weren't aware of this news, and Amarie's eyes traveled for a moment to the group of boys were looking very entitled where they sat. She narrowed her eyes at them. If those prats are chosen, our entire planet is in danger.

“Today, we are here to announce the chosen one of our race. This person has been picked for strength, wisdom, and above all ability...” Whatever else they were going to say was drowned out by the crowds cheers to the point that silence had to be called once again.

“With great honor, we have chosen Amarie Galadriel to represent the Elfin Race at this great needed and respected trial of duty.”

Silence fell. A silence so strong that a butterfly could be heard flapping it's wings. Finally, the whispers arose, and looks of confusion was shared. Amarie sat up straighter in her spot, and the only voice that interrupted the silence was a child’s.

“That's you're name, Sissy!” Little Evaline Galadriel spoke up and began swinging on her feet again. “Ah, that's you! That's you!”

The poor child had no idea what she was talking about, and seemed much too happy within the quiet environment. Amarie's head snapped around quickly to face Flynn, who was looking much paler than any elf ever should.

“Tell her Flynnie!” Evaline called. “It's her!”

Amarie seemed to stare at the older male as if asking him if it was true. It couldn't possibly be true. But Flynn swallowed slowly and gave her a nod. She stared at him for a second or two before she lifted her feet, grabbing Evaline with her hands and dropping down to the ground.

The moment her feet touched the solid surface, the outrage broke out. Elves were talking over each other loudly, screaming about who she was. The boys who had been so sure they were going to be picked were trying to be heard over the others about how they would be so much better.

And deep in the center of the crowd, Amarie's mother was silent. Not a word fell from her lips, her expression didn't change, but in her eyes...she looked relieved.




“Mama says you're going to die.”

Amarie froze in her tracks, her bag halfway lifted to her shoulders. She turned around ever so slowly to fine Evaline standing at the base of the treehouse, outlined by the night sky. She had one thumb stuck in her mouth, the other arm wrapped tightly around a homemade doll.

The older girl sighed softly as she dropped the bag and went to sit on the wooden balcony, draping her legs over the edge and pulling the child into her lap. The girl looked up at her, with large golden eyes. “Is it true?”

Amarie shook her head as she ran her fingers through the girls hair. She settled back and turned her eyes towards the sky, then told her baby sister one last bedtime story about faries who could glow and sprinkled the night sky with the stars they saw.

The girl was asleep long before Amarie finished, but she told the ending anyway. She sat for as long as she could before she carefully lifted the girl, and she took her back into her room and put her carefully into bed.

She placed one kiss on her forehead, smiled, and whispered a promise. “I'll come home.”

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No one else got a goodbye from Amarie that night. She left without another word from her home, and no one cared to take notice of her departure. The elves were locked up tight in their homes, and Amarie could care less.

It took her longer than she would have liked to reach the center of the land, just slightly passed midnight. She'd walked most of the way, unless she could catch a buggy here or there from people traveling through their villages.

She carried a backpack that was filled with essentials, but not enough to weigh her down, and her bow with as many extra arrows as she could get her hands on. She had the stuff with her to make more, but she hoped she wouldn't have to use them.

As the large oak came into view, she soon realized she was at the right spot. The first person that caught her attention was a small looking boy up against the tree. Fae, she could tell immediately. There was one in the tree as well, lounging on it comfortably. They looked strikingly different, so she was willing to bet the clothes on her back they were from different courts.

She recognized the nymph as well, dark haired and beautiful, standing with a purpose. Sitting on the ground not far from her was a bright haired dragonkin, who looked far too happy to be there, another girl who was tiny but undoubtedly gorgeous, and another male...of what race she couldn't tell so far, holding his hand up to the seemingly empty tree...

But the longer she looked, she soon began to realize that it wasn't empty at all. Wrapped safety into place was a naga girl.

Amarie sighed softly to herself and joined the group silently, standing off towards the edge.

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This was gonna be great.

Mavin was excited. He was the most excited he'd ever been in a long time. He had his stuff packed all nice and neat in what he liked to refer to as his "gag bag," which was really just a bag he used to keep all his junk in, sacred or not. He had it opened up in the middle of the floor as he carelessly tossed things over his shoulder, not even bothering to check and make sure that any of it made it inside, or made it inside in one piece for that matter. Just because the bag was magically convenient didn't mean it kept everything from breaking. If he tossed a glass vial of that lizard's acid in there and it smashed open, it'd go all over his things and then, well, there'd simply be no more things. But he wasn't really worried about that. The thought didn't even cross his mind. He was just way too excited.

He was told by his own village leaders that the Elders, the Elders, called him for some sort of great mission thing to find that...what was it again? It was some sort of magical object. He knew it wasn't an orb or anything easily breakable. It wasn't anything typical, well, not too typical anyway, or else he would've remembered what it was. Ugh, that was going to bug him big time until he remembered what it was. It probably wasn't even that cool. It was probably something super lame, like a bo--oh duh. Yeah, it was super lame. It was a book. A lame, boring, dusty, old book.

It was still daylight outside with hours to spare of it when Mavin finally decided to leave his home. He hadn't been given much of a warning to this new, sudden situation, but the fact that he'd been given one at all instead of someone telling him that hey, you have to be there like, uh, now, made him feel a little better about things. That's what those stuffy old village leaders usually tried to pull on him anyway. They assumed he'd have plenty of time, but really, Mavin knew they probably just forgot. They were old and senile and--oh, god, he was going to miss them a lot. He was going to miss one of them in particular a lot more than the others.

"What's taking you so long? Are you still in here? Some warlock you are." Mavin felt a grin pull at his lips at the voice from behind him. He hadn't even seen the oldie wander around behind him. Maybe that's because the old geezer didn't even walk, he probably just showed up. Even of the leaders had a way of doing that, just showing up without notice, but this one especially was known for his tendency to pop up whenever and be either completely careless or indifferent towards the situation he just so happened to pop up into. Mavin shuddered at the memories of just stepping out of the tub and letting this old guy sneak a peek at his manhood. Ugh.

As soon as Mavin turned to face the sound of the voice, the leader was gone. "Huh?" And just the same, when he turned around again, there he was, Mr. Leader himself, standing way too close for comfort. Mavin let out an animated yell and stepped back a few feet, hand placed over his chest. His poor bag dropped to the ground with a distinct clink and clatter, and he was convinced more than just a couple of things broke. He groaned. "What."

The old man, clad in robes way too dramatic to serve any practical purposes, simply smiled; it was a big smile, a grin that stretched from ear to ear and showed each and every one of the gross, rotted teeth that shouldn't be in his mouth anymore. Mavin wrinkled his nose. He was a hundred percent sure they were only still there with the help of magic. "You take too long. You are always taking too long."

Mavin rolled his eyes and turned away to lift his bag, only to find it already being handed to him. It seemed like he'd snatch it rudely back, but he took it carefully and nodded a silent thanks despite the scowl on his face. It was a game to them, this small-talk banter. Mavin was annoyed, sure, but he definitely wasn't mad, and somewhere in there he and the old man both knew he was just itching to laugh. And just as soon as he thought of it, it happened, and a short chuckle escaped despite his attempts to look angry. He opened his mouth to say something back, but the bag in his hand singed his palms and he found himself dropping it again, wincing at the more distinctive crash of glass vials cracking against each other. His gaze instantly turned to the old man in accusation, who put his hands up in a childish "I didn't do it" manner. "That was you, Mavin. Are you sure your heat serums are not overflowing? I am sure you've added them all, as many as you could fit, despite the ban." They shared knowing looks as Mavin simply blew on the rope that held the bag closed and picked it up again, slinging it over his shoulder.

He wasn't ready to leave yet. "I'm so ready to get out of this place."

"I am sure you will miss me."

"--The least," Mavin added matter-of-factly with that smug little smirk on his face. To most, he might of stuck out his tongue for emphasis, but not towards this leader, not towards this person. They could play and they could banter, but Mavin still had more respect for the guy than he had for anyone else. He wasn't tip-toeing his way around, but he still managed to watch himself, tried to keep himself moderately in-line. It's the only time he bothered.

With a cane he didn't have when he first arrived, the elderly man jabbed him in the side with more force than a man that age should be allowed to have. "Watch it. I will have you fired."

He was always saying that. It never made any sense. Fired from what? Fired from knowing each other? Fired from magic? Fired from life? Who could know--the guy was going a little nuts in his old age. Mavin always just laughed along. "It's not like you're paying me."

"I guess we will see." See what? Mavin thought. They fell into silence as they wandered away from his small home, secluded from the others in the far corner of the village, closer to the exit near the woods than the entrance towards the trail to the next town, which is where they were headed now.

The old guy's name was Jeffrey, just like the name of the brother he didn't remember. Mavin knew he had a brother, an older one, and he knew his father killed him, but he didn't remember anything about him specifically. He didn't remember if they looked anything alike, or if he looked more like their dad (while Mavin tended more towards his mother, the last he checked), or if he liked card games or liked gems and runes more than potions and herbs, or any of that. He just knew that once a time he had an older brother named Jeffrey and, then he didn't anymore. He knew his mother called him Jeffrey a lot.

But he didn't want to think about that.

They passed a home that wasn't really enough to be considered a home anymore, not since a few hours before, but Mavin didn't pay any attention to it. Jeffrey shot a side glance at him, but looked away. Mavin heard he was leaving and he suddenly decided he wanted to know if that old tale about the Big, Bad Wolf was true, the one with the pig's in each house, and the house became hay, and the wind blew it away, and the items inside were lost to liquid, and--Mavin doesn't know what happened to the house. He really doesn't. And that concerns Jeffrey, but the elder remains silent as they walk.

Jeffrey was the man chosen by Mavin's mother to take care of him. They were close friends and, at the time, Jeffrey considered himself a bit of a brother to the slowly deteriorating woman and it was a sad sight to him to watch her go. It was a sad thing to a lot of people. Although she was never really right in the head, she was a kind person who cared for others. She often went out of her way to help even if she didn't really have the time to. That's why Mavin was such a disappointment to them all. It was almost as if he had a point to act anything but like his mother, completely bratty, crude, obnoxious, and more trouble than he is helpful.

But he wasn't a shame. Jeffrey enjoyed Mavin, and Mavin respected him like an uncle, or a dad, but the latter was more silent. "Are you gonna miss me?"

The question was sudden, especially for someone as dodgy as Mavin, but Jeffrey maintained his composure. He shrugged. "I try not to stray into pointless things." What did that even mean? Jeffrey was good about that. Or bad, depending how you looked at it. Some people said he could see the future, but there was no definite proof of it, and he'd never admitted to it one way or the other. He was a good warlock, but even Mavin didn't believe he could see the future. That'd be impossible.

It made him nervous. "Sure," he replied. He glanced behind him and frowned as something occurred to him. "I did that." He nodded to himself, but he didn't smile. He just watched the poor homeowner pick up the pieces of the items in their nonexistent house. The person, whose name he couldn't quite put a finger on at the moment, caught them staring and didn't even have the energy to shoot them a glare. Mavin didn't like that. He didn't like feeling guilty. He didn't like doing things like that. It wasn't funny. It hadn't been a prank--not one he remembered. It hadn't been planned out or laughable. It'd been cruel and pointless and nobody had even been around to find it funny with him, not that he even did.

"I did that," Jeffrey chimed from his side. They turned to look at each other and Jeffrey nodded his balding head to affirm his words. "I did that," he repeated, and gave a shrug as he turned away. And for a second, Mavin was inclined to believe him. Jeffrey walked on ahead of him with that cane that returned yet again from nowhere, the cane that could be made of anything he wanted, but instead was constructed of rickety wood, occasionally infested with termites. It was natural and there wasn't a single magical thing about it, and yet Mavin had always found it neat. Maybe because Jeffrey had it for seemingly no particular reason, and that piqued his interest.

Who did that? Mavin followed in silence a few paces behind. The guilt was real, but now he wasn't so sure if it was justified or not.

They reached the end of the village and Jeffrey stopped and turned to Mavin with a cheeky grin, rotted teeth and all. "It was nice knowing you."

"Oh now I know you're just screwing with me." Mavin rolled his eyes because he saw that Jeffrey was still grinning, but he had to look away because--what if he wasn't? What if he could see into the future? What if he was just--...Who cared anyway? Ugh, he was getting way too serious about this. He was totally excited. This was going to be way fun. He was getting out of this stuffy village full of rotten, stuffy people, and finally going on an exciting adventure. He wasn't going to die. That was just bad thinking! He was perfectly fine, and he was going to stay perfectly fine.

The good-byes were short and shallow and Mavin was gone before he could tell Jeffrey he was going senile.

He's going to have dementia. But that wasn't something that was his responsibility to think or worry about, so he simply didn't.




So let's see what we've got to work with here. Oh, yeah, there was definitely no way Mavin was just going to bust in on this whole operation without a plan at hand. He had a scope with him and, from a distance, he could see a total of...count 'em: eight suckers. One from each race, but he already expected that. Ugh, what was that? Why did those chicks have to be so... Whatever. It was cool, he was cool, the situation was cool. Oh man, he wasn't just last, he was dead last. Well, who cared, right? At least he was here at all. And he knew just the perfect thing to show these speed-demons just what coming in first did!

All it did was slow them down.

Mavin circled the area, getting a little closer to get a better look with his own eyes rather than the manufactured one in the scope. He was just about to do it--he really was too--when he caught sight of one of those suped-up lookin' girls and he seriously almost blew a fuse and whatever he had out of the spell rebounded and shot him right in the forehead--it hurt, too--and it definitely wasn't the slow-down spell he'd been aiming for. It ended up being some sort of weird glowy spell and now he looked like a stupid, embarrassing walking lightning bug in the middle of the night for no good reason and he literally had no excuse to explain it, or any way of getting rid of it until it wore off. Whenever that would be. Ugh. Ughughugh. Screw this day, seriously.

Since he was a hundred percent sure that if he hadn't been spotted before, he definitely had been now, so Mavin picked up his bearings and strolled towards the group of people like he was prepping for a party, as if there was nothing weird or wrong or different about his natural appearance at all, as if it were totally normal for him to be glowing a dull, ugly yellow-green color. "So what's everybody up to? If you were waiting for me, I already went on ahead and checked everything out. Seriously, you guys are way too slow." Ugh, this was a little embarrassing, but he still couldn't help but laugh incredulously to himself about his own idiocy. It was a little funny. "So, yeah, stop being lazy and get your bums moving. Mommy Mavin's here to guide the way." Literally, like this.

He laughed.

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“Hey~” he jumped. He should have heard the fluttering of wings, but he didn’t. He was too caught up in his thoughts. Sindri. He missed him already. Ariel wondered if he had fallen back asleep like he always did when Ariel had to leave for something, or if he watched him leave the village. By now he had ran his hands through his hair enough times to pull all the soot away, leaving his white blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight. It was annoying, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. But anyways, back to the Fae would scared him. Letting a small sigh part his chapped lips, he tilted his head up ever so slightly to acknowledge the other, a thin yet polite smile playing on his lips.

“Oh? Hello there,” Lifting his gaze up, Ariel was met with blue eyes and blue hair, almost the same shade of color. He was pretty. Not like the Unseelie, but beautiful in his own way. Though that smirk on his face reminded him of Sindri and that made his heart give a painful thud, “It is nice to meet your acquaintance. I am Ariel Wylde of the Unseelie Court. Of course, you could have guessed that, seeing as I am a Fae as well as you.” He inclined his head and shifted his body a bit. He opened his mouth to speak but the perfect tune of a flute cuts him off. Not that he minded all that much. Small talk was never something he was good at. Instead, he leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes, letting the notes flow over his skin like freshly woven silk. It wasn’t something he heard from his own Court, where the music was dramatic and loud, then soft and beautiful. It was different, and Ariel didn’t know how to describe it in any other way other than amazing.

Like all things in the world, the song ended in time, and blinking his eyes open, Ariel smiled into the direction of the trees that he heard the flute. “Well, hello, then-are you all that has arrived as of yet?” Even her voice was different. Nothing like the sweet melodic tune of the Unseelie female Fae. It was rougher, a little deeper. But for some reason, Ariel wasn’t repulsed by it. Honestly he thought he should have been, being that it was nothing like what he was used to. Maybe it was just his curiosity kicking in, or something along those lines.

Focusing his eyes on her, he gave a much nicer smile to her, and bowed his head politely, “Ah, my apologies, it seems that we are the only two here.” He gave her a light laugh, a sound that was normal to him but in the back of his mind he wondered how it sounded to her, “Though I do wish the other’s would hurry up. I don’t want to be waiting all night.” That that he gave a yawn, and looking surprised, his cheeks colored a light pink, something the light of the moon easily shone its light upon, to his chagrin.

“OI!” It was booming and loud, but Ariel could say he saw this one coming. He heard him stumbling about through the forest like some intoxicated being, or a wounded animal. He was clumsy really. Flicking his gaze away from the only girl with a polite nod, he looked the new comer up and down as he came toward their little pod of three. He was tall, much taller than Ariel could ever hope for. Maybe, he guessed, six feet, if not taller. He was a dragonkin, which much was obvious, unlike the very uniquely pretty girl in the group. His hair was the color of a new fire, and two horns came from his head, curling back, much like his long horned cattle. Upon reaching the other three, the tall, no giant, dragonkin sat down next to Ariel. He grinned tightly, not quite sure how he felt about that, but he left it alone, finding on a different level, he didn’t care.

Next came another girl, much shorter than the dragonkin. Her hair was a curly mess, and Ariel found it really cute. He wanted to touch it, honestly. He was about to greet her when her whole body just stopped. At first he was worried that something attacked her from behind, ready to do some hand to hand combat or something, but when he noticed the minimal change of color to her cheeks with a tiny blush, Ariel turned to follow her line of gaze, only to stare at the massive boy next to him. He didn’t smile, only snicker in his head and pressed a pale hand to his lips, smothering the smile that was growing there. It was too early for relationships like what the girl wanted, though there was nothing wrong with finding him attractive. He just hoped that if anyone decieded to be with another, and things ended for some reason, they wouldn’t become hurt or annoyed and effect the who groups journey. They were going into a life or death quest.

“Ariel, I want you to remember something?” The small boy froze and slowly brought his legs to his chest. No. No he didn’t want to do this. Not now, not ever. Especially not now though.
“Ariel, are you listening to me, I know I didn’t tire you out that much.” A light caress made his body tingle all over again, and he nuzzled closer to his lover, a soft moan escaping his lips.

“Yeah, ‘M listening Sin.” His voice was muffled, and the words slurred, his body getting warmer as the other trailed his hands over the places he knew would get a reaction from him. Fleeting touches to his sides, nails scraping against his bare chest, lazy circles on his hips bones, scratches alone his inner thigh, it was driving him crazy. “Sin, just
tell me, will you?” it broke off as a mewl, his back arching, “Dammit. I hate you.”

A soft chuckle, “I love you too, Ariel. But, Shortie, listen to me.” All touches stopped and Ariel wanted to groan, though he held that in, “I want you to remember me. I know you want to say ‘yeah, yeah of course I will, I love you’ or something along those lines, but I don’t want you to remember just
this. I want you to think about me.” A pause, “I want your quest to be in the name of saving me.”

“Sindri, that’s dumb of course I will never forget you. When I come back, you will be right here, still stuck here with my greedy parents,” the look on his lover’s face halted him, “Sin? Sindri? Is there something you’re not telling me?” all his good mood was gone and he sat up quickly, tears springing to his eyes, “You aren’t leaving me are you?”

“God, fuck. No.” the older sat up with him and grabbed his hands, “No. But Ariel, I am 22 years old, how have I not gone to war yet? I am able to. Honestly, I think it is your parents doing, for you. And with you gone, I think I will be sent to fight. I am not needed here if you aren’t here. Your parents have their own maids. So I want you to remember me, for me. I want you to finish your quest with me in mind. Because Ariel, if I go, I’m positive I won’t be coming back.”

Another maid knocked on the door and Ariel understood that he was being summoned by his parents.


Flicking his eyes to gaze among the trees, Ariel tried to calm his quick beating heart. It was a horrible conversation, with a horrible ending, yet neither of them talked about it again. It was too heavy. Just like they never talked about when Ariel’s parents would give him the option to marry the princess, what would he do? Or what he would do if they got caught? It was selfish of both of them, living in a fantasy world with only each other, ignoring all else. But now
now it was time to face reality. It was time to grow up, after so many years of trying his hardest to not take responsibility, the music was going to be hard to face. He imagined that Sindri was going to go through the same thing.

It was a while before the next one came. Ariel counted the group again; along with himself there was a Seelie Fae and a Dragonkin. He looked at the two females for a while, trying to pick apart what they would be. The shorter looked too fragile to be anything but a Fae or a witch, and considering she didn’t have wings, he went with the witch. He let a small frown mar his face. He want overly fond of witches and warlocks. Their magic interested him, but he knew that some were downright nasty and used their magic for evil. And he wasn’t talking about the war. However the other female was hard to figure out. She was tall, so not a Fae. They had a dragonkin, so she wasn’t that either. He could say centaur, but he didn’t think her to be one. Not quite sure what she was, he gave a short sniff and leaned his head back against the tree, giving complete guess and saying she was a either a centaur or a nymph.

Not too much time had passed when a pale skinned and pale haired boy came out from the trees and Ariel without a second thought figured out he was a centaur. He carried himself much like one. He had seen them before, though he had to hide in order to not be killed, and the regal way they held themselves, and even the way they fought, was beautiful. Breath-taking even. “Miss Naga
” What? A Naga was here too? “It isn’t polite to hide up there, please come down. Everyone is waiting.” Ariel looked up and let out a whine, seeing a very large thing in the trees. He figured it was the Naga and looked back down, another yawn parting his lips. Maybe he should have taken a nap with Sindri while he had the chance. Oh well, too late now. Directing his gaze over to the centaur, he found that he was on the short side for someone of his race, or at least the men he saw fighting were huge, though he figured that since they were all still kids, they had the possibility of growing a few more inches. Except him. He was stuck. Forever at 5 feet. It was a horrible thing.

Smiling, Ariel looked up at the Naga in the trees, “Yes, please, I would love to meet you Miss. I’m sure none of us bite, you are safe here.” He didn’t move from his sitting position so craning his head up was a bit awkward and painful, but he made do so he could address her, “So please, Miss, come join us. You are among friends.”

Soon an Elf arrived and Ariel fought the urge to hug her. He loved Elves. They were an amazing race. Not true to their name, they could be any shape or size, and they were great at wood-work and had top-notch blacksmiths. Or they did, back before the war. He wasn’t quite sure how every race lived with the war raging on. She stood tall, and didn’t talk, which made Ariel a little put out because he didn’t want a moody Elf. Or in general, a moody anyone. They were going to have to get along, why try and fight it. The Elder told him that they were going to have to earn each other’s trust, and watch each other’s backs during fights. And that there would be many battles. He wasn’t sure if that meant external battles or internal. He just said it was going to be a bit of both.

About to say something to the Elf, a bright light shone through the trees and Ariel tensed up. They were safe here, or they should have been. After it faded into a dimmer glow, a young man walked out of the trees, shimmering in light. It seemed to originate from his forehead. Knowing no race that shimmered, he guessed a magicuser, specifically a Warlock. “So, what’s everybody up to? If you were waiting for me, I already went on ahead and checked everything out. Seriously you guys are way too slow.” Ariel raised a single eyebrow and quirked his lips, “So, yeah, stop being lazy and get your bums moving. Mommy Mavin is here to guide the way.” Ariel giggled a bit at that, his eyes closing for a second as the sound carried and brought a hush to the group.

He blushed. “My apologies. Anyway, Warlock.” He stood up and internally sighed at his height. Damn this. It was going to take a while to get them to take him seriously in his height, “In case your Elder didn’t tell you,” he pointed a finger at him with a huff, “though why he would tell you anything is beyond me. Why did that pick such an incompetent Warlock is beyond me,” he added under his breath, “We were to meet under the oak tree at midnight. Judging by the position of the moon, it is well past midnight. I’m quite sure the Elders did not say ‘go galloping into the forest and find a way to get through everything and show off your manliness’ or did yours specifically say that?” his hands ended up on his hips and a smile played at his lips. He normally wasn’t so informal, but the boy didn’t seem the type to care for formalness. And besides, Ariel was irked that they, he, had to wait for so long. Honestly, he could have been sleeping. But he wasn’t mad. Not really. “Anyways, I’m sure the other Elder’s told you this but we are granted safe passage through the lands that the races inhabit. After that, we are on our own for food, water, medicine, whatever.” He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. “You were right about one thing, Warlock. We need to get moving. So come on.” By this time he was sort of standing next to the magicuser, but a bit in front of him at the same time. As everyone started to shuffle around and get up, chatter also started to be heard, instead of the stiff silence. Smiling, Ariel tossed back a grin at the Warlock and moved aside to let him through, “Show us the way, or Great Warlock.”

As they began to gather their things and set off, Ariel cast one glance back to where he knew his land resided. Back to where Sindri was. His heart felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was run back into his arms and never leave them. I love you, Sin. he thought, turning back to face the front and smiling bitterly. If he thought about it hard enough, he could still feel the tingling of his touches along his body. The perfect hands, caressing his sides, running through his hair
just


They laughed and kissed again. Then again, the giggling quieter. The next time their lips pulled apart, Ariel had the perfect shade of blush on his cheeks and Sindri was smirking. Bringing up his hands, Sin cupped the other’s face and pulled him into a deeper kiss, gently parting his lips with his tongue and starting a battle that happened each and every time. It was slow at first, slow and sweet and gentle, but when Ariel bit Sindri’s bottom lip in a challenge, everything turned on his head.

After being pushed down into the bed, Ariel looped his arms around the older’s neck and yanked him down for a much deeper and more heated kiss. Quiet moans were swallowed by the other, and their bodies began to rock slowly against each other. Pulling away to bite his neck, Sindri trailed his hands up and down Ariel’s body and then quickly rid him of his clothes. Next came the nips and the hot laps of his tongue. The warm heat that enveloped him, the areas that made his back arch off the bed and clasp his hands over his mouth to muffle the moans or screams. A dull pain, and then pleasure. And more pleasure. It built up, their bodies now rocking without a rhythm. His vision went white and then black. Perfection.


Thud.

“Ow, dammit.” Blinking away the memories, Ariel rubbed his forehead with his hand, tears springing into his eyes and a pout formed on his lips, glaring at the tree that did him no wrong. He was so caught up in his memories, the memory that would be one of many to keep him going through this quest, that he had not been paying attention to where he was placing his feet, resulting in him running head first into an oncoming tree. Placing his other hand on the tree, he pushed off of it and tried to blink quickly, willing the black spots in his vision to go away. But it was to no avail, and for a long while, Ariel spent his time tripping over roots and rocks and other plants while he was trying to make his vision clear. There were a few snickers here and there, but he couldn’t tell who was who and in the end he just didn’t care. Or really, he cared a lot, but he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it because there was no point.

He remembered a time, when he was much younger, when a few kids were bulling him for his hair, pulling locks of it out and pushing him around, making him bleed. He was crying, sobbing really, trying to fight back. He was smaller than the other boys, though he was the exact same age as them. It really made him angry. He wasn’t even sure why they wanted to pick on him. To him, his hair was his hair. He was special. His mommy told him he was special and that no one could take that away from him. A rather loud wail escaped him and the two boys were picked up by the collar of their shirts
“What are you boys doing to my son?” his mother’s soft yet commanding voice pierced through his sobs and he opened his eyes to see his mom glaring at the two kids, “Don’t touch him again.” She put them down and they took off running, terrified of someone from the Royal Court. Especially the Queen’s advisor. Once they were gone, Ariel was picked up and cradled in his mom’s chest, and he started to cry all over again.

“Mommy, I don’t like my hair, I don’t like my eyes. I don’t like being short. Mommy I don’t like it. I hate it. I just wanna
I wanna be normal. Why am I not normal. I’m
I am
ugly. They told me I was ugly.” He sniffled a few times, but because he was his mother he stayed strong. She called him her brave little warrior.

She cooed and pet his hair, carrying him all the way back home. “Remember that you are special, Ariel. People are going to make fun of you your whole life, okay? But I want to you kill them with your kindness. Be polite to them, smile at them. Don’t be rude back, stay calm at all times.”

“Kindness is the best form of manipulation.” was what she told him. He took it to heart as a child, and kept it with him, using it with his father. He doesn’t remember his father every being a kind man, but apparently he loved him and his mother very much before being sent to war. War changed a man. It changed him forever. He hoped that Sindri wouldn’t end up the same way.

Glancing over at the Warlock, he frowned and stepped over a protruding root, “Pardon me Mister, but do you actually know where we are going? Do you have a plan in mind, or is mindless walking your plan?” Pale eyes rolled and a faint smile touched his lips, “Oh, I forgot. I am Ariel, a Fae from the Unseelie Court. As if you couldn’t tell already. But who exactly are you?” he shrugged his backpack to the other shoulder, “I mean, your sort of a powerful Warlock, judging by the magic you tried to use back there, but I see you can’t control it. Why did the Elders chose you?”He didn’t mean for it to be rude, and so he forced his tone to drop into a sort of mild curious one, instead of a flat, monotonous tone he normally used. A small tilt of his head also gave way to the fact that he wasn’t trying to offend, just merely asking. He wanted to know, honestly. What made this guy special. Ariel figured he was a wild card to the group, with his powers and all that. But what about the others?

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Micha felt a little bad for startling the young Fae, but he was quickly pulled away from the feeling as a short conversation started. “Oh? Hello there, It is nice to meet your acquaintance. I am Ariel Wylde of the Unseelie Court. Of course, you could have guessed that, seeing as I am a Fae as well as you.”

Ariel Wylde. The name brought out a familiarity, or at least the last part did, but he wasn't quiet sure where he had heard it before. He couldn't quite figure out why, but the tone was polished enough he was willing to be royalty. He nodded a bit at having guessed that much, Fae's weren't hard to tell apart from others. “Figured, you're too pretty to be a Seelie,” he muttered, then added in a louder tone. “Micha, by the way.”

Not to say that Micha wasn't entranced by his own court, but there was something about the Unseelie that was almost majestic. They were all beautiful for the most part. Especially this one with his fair skin and bright hair. Micha'd always had a weakness for those traits himself.

Ariel was going to say something again, but the sound of a flute cut him off. Micha fell quiet, not because he was particularly fond of the music himself but because it seemed rude otherwise. It was a fine tune, though it was over soon.

Micha twisted his head around at the sound of a voice, distinctly female, it was of a deeper variation. Definitely not Fae, at least. She was beautiful, though in a simpler way than his own race. He'd seen enough Nymphs in his lifestyle to recognize one when he saw it. They all held a certain visual aspect, like a flower in bloom. She had a darker skin tone that he rarely ever got to see, and some bushy hair that brought a smile to his face.

He nodded along with what Ariel was saying, it did seem as if the two were the only ones there. “Though I do wish the others would hurry up. I don’t want to be waiting all night.” “Agreed,” he muttered. “Though if they're going to be slow I wouldn't mind a nap...” Though just as he said it, a new voice joined the group. Loud and booming.

To be honest, Micha had an issue with paying attention to his surroundings. He knew it was dangerous, but he was tired and a little stressed. He hadn't heard the sounds, but as he raised his eyes he quickly became aware of the newest member to their group.

He was a very tall man, with flaming orange hair, strong, prominent features, and a very impressive pair of curling horns. Dressed in very little...and Micha thought he was being a rebel. This boy plopped down right by the young Fae, and Micha could only snicker softly at the expression that crossed Ariel's face—he was slightly uncomfortable about the situation. And the new comer looked a little too happy with his.

Another girl appeared way too soon and he sighed deeply at the fact that he was going to have to let go of the prospect of a nap. He should have slept before leaving, and he was regretting it now, but at least he'd had a relatively good night.

She was a tiny girl, definitely human, but very beautiful. Even in his lazy state, Micha lifted up on his elbow to look the girl over. She was very small, very fair, and very demanding of attention. While not necessarily his type, there was no doubt she was hard to look away from.

After a moment, he followed her own expression to where her gaze was locked and chuckled under his breath. Guess I'm not her type either... he thought to himself. Oh it was definitely going to be interesting with girls around...this journey was beginning to have a bright side.

Silence fell around the small group and after awhile Micha lost interest in looking at the others and laid back down again. He wasn't feeling like himself at all, normally he would have been down on the ground messing with the others and making jokes but...he was too tired.

Or at least that was what he was telling himself. Honestly, his heart felt heavy. He was thinking about her. After all these years, after moving on and having a life, she was back on his mind and...it still hurt. Like it'd all happened yesterday. He figured a piece of himself would always lay with her.

He actually closed his eyes for awhile before anyone else came. He'd unfolded his wings, let them lazily glide in the air for a moment before dropping them at his sides. He normally didn't flaunt them so much—and that wasn't what he was doing, he was just tired and keeping them pinned was a lot of energy too.

He'd just thought about that nap again when a noise caught his ears, and he moved enough to see another male enter the group. This ones race Micha couldn't pin, but he carried himself with a certain type of...pride? He wasn't sure what it was. “Miss Naga it isn’t polite to hide up there, please come down. Everyone is waiting.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, when the hell had a Naga joined them? His eyes searched the branches and after he focused long enough he saw her. She was huge, but he figured a life-sized snake would be anyway. He didn't have a problem with them at all, and actually found her to be very cute the longer he looked.

“---I’m sure none of us bite, you are safe here.” Micha scoffed under his breath as he turned his head to the opposite side. “Not unless you're into that kind of thing...” he trailed off as his eyes landed on an Elf who had apparently just joined their group.

She raised an unamused eyebrow at him while he only grinned in response. She rolled her eyes slightly before they went around the rest of the group. Before anything else could be said, or anyone else introduced, a bright light suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Well hell, that caught Micha's attention, and he lifted up on his elbow again to look off in the distance.

Amarie, who could see exceptionally well, was already shaking her head. As to why the male was glowing, she had no idea, but she was sure there was an amusing story to the reasoning.

“So, what’s everybody up to? If you were waiting for me, I already went on ahead and checked everything out. Seriously you guys are way too slow. So, yeah, stop being lazy and get your bums moving. Mommy Mavin is here to guide the way.”


Micha felt confused, surely his attention wasn't that bad that he hadn't noticed someone else had arrived before him. Definitely not from a sky view, certainly he would have noticed a glowing dude. You're goin to get yourself killed...

The sound of a Fae giggle stole his attention once more, an he found himself looking down at the Unseelie, who blushed as soon as he realized everyone had gone quiet.

Amarie leaned against a tree just opposite them, enough to keep an eye on the group but not say anything. She raised an eyebrow slowly as the boy with hair almost as bright as hers stood. Fae, she noticed.

“Who put this kid in charge?” she asked under her breath.

Micha flipped out of the tree easily, lading just in front of her with his wings snapping into place. “You wanna lead the way, Princess?”

She gave him a look that probably could have sent anyone else running. “Bite me.”

“Where?” he retorted. It was just too easy. She stepped up to him as if she was about to retort something--and how he hoped it was going to be fun--but then a sound interrupted them.

“Ow, dammit.”

Micha looked behind him and Amarie over his shoulder at the Fae that had just run smack into a tree. He shook his head with a light snicker and fell into walking with the group, but Amarie held back a couple of paces behind everyone else.

She looked off towards the southeast for the longest moment, hoping her baby sister was having some good dreams, and blew off a kiss in the direction. She couldn't see anything, of course, but it gave her a little peace. Then she turned around and started walking again.

From her spot in the very back she could see all the others, smiling and making introductions as they walked. The blue Fae was by far the tallest, which was amusing because in counterpart the other Fae was the shortest.

She wondered for a moment why there was two of them when it occurred to her that they had different subraces as well. Something about being one thing and un-another. She knew she remembered in the back of her mind, but she couldn't pull the information forward.

Even from her spot in the back, she could hear them talking up front. Her ears were pretty amazing that way. Actually, the more he talked the more amusing she was finding the tiny fairy, who seemed to have a bit of a smart mouth on him.

A smile actually tugged on her lips as she shifted the straps on her back. The group that was in front of her seemed like a pretty able group. The guys appeared to be strong—except maybe the Fae's less so in physicality. However, they were powerful creatures and she wasn't worried.

The girls...the only one who stuck out to her like a sore thumb was the smallest. She looked like something that needed to be sitting at one of those shops that sold rare, priceless items. Not someone who should be on a mission such as their own. However, if there was anything Amarie had learned in her short life it was never to judge by appearances, which could be so deceiving.

Perhaps the young woman was a magicurser, who had powers no one could even dream of.

She sighed, deciding she was already done with people watching, and instead turned her attention to the trees around them. She loved the forest.

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Serafina Calidus


One of the first things that Serafina notices about the shorter of the two brilliantly-haired boys, both of whom are quite obviously representatives of the faerie courts, other than their appearances, is that he carries a bag made of familiar looking scales. Not familiar as in she knows the person they were taken from, but in the fact that she can recognize where they have come from to begin with. She easily ignores the unsettled feeling this gives her, just as she easily ignores most tension, because it is unlikely that the faerie folk would have easy access to any already dead water nymphs, unless said nymphs died in battle. Were she not so in control of her emotions, Fina may have been a bit angry at the sight of the bag. Had she not spent half of her life outside of nymph territory, she certainly would have been. Most fire nymphs are not known for their self restraint, after all, a slightly bitter stereotype that does stem from a little seedling of truth, unfortunately.

"Well, I'm certain that they will arrive soon enough, then," Fina responds amicably, visibly amused by something, though it is unlikely that one would guess it to be the high pitch of his voice, not his rose blush, that prompts this little smirk. Most of the men she's known have had huskier voices, and the faeries she has traveled with have only ever been female- if there is a reason for this trend, she is ignorant to it. He sounds like a girl, or a small child. And rather looks like one too- I wonder if that's a trigger for him? Shorty? she muses, the smirk still present on her face. "I wouldn't suggest falling asleep though- all manner of things in these woods, inclined towards all sorts of snacks, I'm sure," the nymph warns jokingly, her eyes dancing. So far, the group seem interesting enough- two rather pretty faerie boys, though distinctly from different courts, even to the eyes of an outsider like herself. There isn't really time for a response to her comment, as a booming voice resonates through the area, powerful in its single syllable: "Oi!" It is a small task to identify the speaker, as a large -as in tall and muscular, not portly- man saunters towards them with a smile and a rather casual air about him. He arrives with a wink towards the group, before quickly glancing over each member. Within seconds, he is own the ground, mouth nearly stretching into a grin as he finally says hello. Serafina looks him over in turn, easily identifying him, with his vivid hair and large horns, as a dragonkin. Did I not get the hair memo? I'd have colored mine. As it is, he looks more like fire than I, her mouth quirks into what nearly turns her smirk into a smile, but does not quite make it there.

"Salutations," is her distracted greeting- distracted because yet another person arrives. This one is a girl with a tiny frame, almost like a porcelain doll, and eyes that seem to freeze over the dragonkin's body. Any chance of the smirk fading is immediately reduced to zero, because the petite young woman's distraction proves to be quite funny. "And hello to you- sorry, I would have worn less clothing as well, if I'd thought it could grab a bit more of your attention," she teases the girl, clearly referring to her having been staring at the man with the flaming hair.

At the sound of footsteps, Fina turns her attention towards the tree, where she sees a young man extending his hand up into the branches. She hadn't caught what he had said, but certainly remembers his features. At this point, the smirk does do the unlikely, evolving into a grin at the familiar face. "Oi! It's you! Mr. Knight-In-Shining-Armor," she acknowledges him in this manner, unsure whether to be pleased -because he had been rather easily messed with- or irritated--as he had been a bit annoying, with his nosiness and such.

When another person, this time an elf by the look of it, joins the group and looks up the tree with some recognition, Fina is curious. She steps over the dragonkin to get a better view, and finds herself staring up at a Naga girl with glittering scales and a rather pretty face. As the moonbeam boy promises that the group on the ground do not bite, Fina opens her mouth to retort, her words coming perhaps a few seconds after the other faerie boy's, and therefore becoming lost behind them, for the most part. "Unless you ask nicely," she had said with the same grin she had possessed before. One that vanishes for a fleeting second when something bright shines in the corner of her eye. Fina turns to witness, and is very pleased to do so, a young man with dark hair and skin that glows a greenish hue speaking to them in a rather haughty manner.

He'll be fun, Fina decides, because the proud sorts of people are usually the best when it comes to getting interesting reactions out of them. "Be our guiding light then, won't you? On the bright side, none of us will get lost- how extraordinarily clever of you," she praises him sarcastically, the corners of her mouth dancing slightly. After this, however, she turns her attention away from the others in order to focus on the Naga girl, waiting until she has gotten down and introduced herself. This leaves the two at the back of the group, of course, but Fina finds that to be better- you can see a lot more funny things from behind, because people tend to forget about the eyes in the back.

"I'm Serafina, and I rather agree with you on that mark," Fina remarks brightly as they move, guessing that the warlock is not the best bet to be guiding the group. If anyone, it should be the Elf who leads them through the forest. Serafina has always envied elves their beautiful forests, and their aptitude for nature. She is, of course, an embodiment of fire, to some extent, but Serafina had always preferred trees to flames as a child. This only made it all the more unfortunate when she burned down a portion of the nymph forests as a child.

"But who am I to deny them the right to lead? Always been a sucker for a guy who glows like a toad," Serafina jokes, clearly not quite as concerned about wandering as Bailey, regardless of what she might have said. She is ever the fan of adventures and journeys, after all, regardless of their length.