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.
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