[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/LkjUl9O.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pq1V8p0.gif[/img][/center] [color=E5A7E2] [center] 🌸 [color=F97FCA]Race:[/color] Half-Elf 🌸 🦋 [color=#FFD351]Class:[/color] Druidic Mystic 🦋 🍄 [color=#BC16A1]Location:[/color] The Seaside Tailor Stall 🍄 🍃 [color=#FFD351]Interactions:[/color] Corin [@Lava Alckon] Menzai [@Samreaper] Arya [@Potter] Bastion [@Oso] 🌼 [color=F97FCA]Equipment:[/color] 🌼 [hider=Full Equipment List][color=FFD351]✦[/color] Druidic Staff [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Stone-Carved Dagger [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Poison-Tipped Blowgun Darts [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Her amulet [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Satchel [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Flint & dried tinder moss [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Waterskin [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Dried Medicinal Herbs [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Bag of pretty trinkets, marbles and rocks [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Sharpening river stone [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Oruna tribal moon bracelet[/hider] 🪷 [color=#BC16A1]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/6CiluJx.png]Outfit[/url] 🪷 [hider=Attire][color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Antler Headdress[/color] – Elegant branching antlers wrapped in vines and blooming wild roses and other flowers, dangling with purple crystal teardrops. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Thick Magenta Hair[/color] – Flowing in long, heavy waves with many braids, tiny beads and blossoms braided throughout. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Forest Bralette[/color] – A natural fabric top adorned with layered leaves, hide, flowers, and shimmering gem accents across the bust. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Arm Jewelry[/color] – Vine-wrapped armlets and bracelets studded with glistening stones in violet and turquoise hues. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Green Cloaklet[/color] – A light green cloak clasped with a gem like amber—crafted from flora and fauna [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Layered Skirt[/color] – Flowing petal-draped skirt with high side slits, woven from cloth and flower petals [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Waist Adornments[/color] – A golden vine belt holding a satchels, feathers, and a charm pouch of herbs and trinkets. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Leg Jewelry[/color] – Beaded anklets and thigh cords with gemstone charms [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Nature Tattoos & Paint[/color] – Faint tribal markings or nature-inspired body paint peek beneath her outfit[/hider] 🪞 [color=F97FCA]Gold Balance:[/color] 75 🪞 🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] Phia is exhausted, weak, and achy. 🌸 [img]https://i.imgur.com/cOPfAGm.png[/img][/center] Phia had not been too hasty. Not even a little bit! [i]She was absolutely offended.[/i] She had been extremely observant after all. So she puffed her cheeks, folding her arms. Her traitorous stomach growled, speaking before her mouth did. To make herself appear more serious and really punctuate her point, she jabbed the butt of her staff straight into the dirt. [color=F97FCA]"I did not trust him too fast."[/color] The half-elf insisted with furrowed brows. [color=F97FCA]“I did much better than the other times.”[/color] To prove her point, she pointed a finger toward Corin. [color=F97FCA]"I looked at him very carefully. I saw the shining shard on his collarbone—[i]the ones we all have[/i]—which means he is from the ship, like us. That is a fact. I made a good decision."[/color] She tapped her foot impatiently as she processed his next words. With a pout, she leaned in and informed him: [color=F97FCA]"You may ask your questions."[/color] But it did not take up for guilt to bubble up within. She never liked sounding cross with her beloved Menzai. Her expression softened, and she gave him the sweetest smile. [color=F97FCA]“And if I am wrong,”[/color] she added cheerfully, [color=F97FCA]“I will hit him. [b]Very hard.[/b] So nothing is lost.”[/color] Phia then watched Menzai approach the man and introduce himself. Before Corin could answer Menzai's questions, Bastion spoke up. [color=30A4D9]“Do not fret, Menzai…Phia is right to trust this man. He is no mere knight. This is Sir Talmor, Gem Knight of Cyre, a hero…and a brother to me.”[/color] Bastion exclaimed as he moved forward, hand outstretched. [color=30A4D9]“It’s good to see you again, Commander.”[/color] Her mouth was open agape. They knew each other? For a moment her brain scrambled — the odds of that felt impossible. Was the world secretly very small? Was there less to explore than she thought? The thought was… depressing. But then she noticed just how happy Bastion was to see him, and a smile painted her lips as she replayed his voice in her mind, reflecting on the sheer joy in his tone. She’d suspected it before, but this proved it beyond doubt: the metal beings had emotions just like everyone else. Bastion really loved to see his friends! Additionally, she couldn't help but feel a little smug about being right. Her intuition was absolutely spot on about Corin. [color=77ADFF]”If Bastion cleared your name, then we can relax–for now.”[/color] Phia turned to Arya with a grin, eager to share her moment of triumph.[color=F97FCA]“Now you must trust me with deciding who is safe to interact with.”[/color] Unbeknownst to Phia, her manner of wording was terrible. [color=#6C2DC7]”It is as your small protective friend says. I was on the ship falling to my death before I collided with a tree and used what little sense I had while I was spinning to crack my shield into the dirt and soften the blow. My arm isn’t too happy, nor are any of my ribs….I also have a rather persistent headache since the crash. But other than that…I think I made it out well...There was another man. An elf with orange eyes and dreadlocked hair. He seemed the cautious type. A brief exchange of words was all I could afford before he ran off in some unseen direction. Sound like anyone you might know?”[/color] Phia took in his words with wide, concerned eyes. Though she still managed to throw him a proud thumbs up when he correctly identified Stella as a good bird. When he suggested moving someplace private for dinner, she nodded along eagerly… …until her brain fully processed what he’d just described. [color=#6C2DC7]”It might be good for us, since food seems to be on the mind of many here, to find a more private venue to talk. Care to join an old man for some dinner?”[/color] [color=F97FCA]“You fell out of the sky and hit a tree? "[/color] Phia echoed, already speed-walking to catch up to him. [color=F97FCA]“Your ribs are angry? And your arm is angry?”[/color] Before Corin could protest, she suddenly darted in front of him and rose onto her tiptoes, placing her hands gently against his scalp to massage it. [color=F97FCA]“We can help with all your pains,”[/color] she said with an alarming amount of confidence. [color=F97FCA]“But usually our limbs and bones do not have emotions. That is concerning.”[/color] Her face inched closer as she examined his pupils with way too much intensity. [color=F97FCA]“Because of your head injury, you are most likely hallucinating,”[/color] she concluded brightly.[color=F97FCA]“So I do not think the elf you saw is even real.”[/color] Phia finished her examination with a little nod and gave his scalp one final, soothing scratch. It was the kind one would give to a wolf pup in the Oruna Tribe when one wanted to calm them down. Then she patted his head twice. [color=F97FCA]“Your skull is good. Probably. But you should not fall out of the sky again.”[/color] Without waiting for a reply, she spun on her heel, her hair swishing behind her, and began running toward the nearby vendor stalls. The moment the scents reached her, her eyes went huge. She stopped dead in the center of the crowd, people flowing around her like water flowing around a rock. The market was filled with all kinds of beings — many she had never seen before, and stalls bursting with pretty colors. And the [i]smells[/i]. Her stomach growled so loudly a passing elven man actually flinched, muttering something in confusion as he hurried away. But then she felt it. A prickling sensation on her skin — that unmistakable feeling of being [i]watched[/i]. She looked around uneasily. Some people were laughing, nudging one another, whispering behind their hands. That wasn’t too strange. But some of the gazes were… different. They locked on her, rolling up and down her form with a strange intensity she didn’t understand. Phia frowned back at them, confused and rather offended. Before she could puzzle it out, a whisper cut through to her ears. [color=teal]“Psst. You.”[/color] A stall stood behind her with a sign that read: The Seaside Tailor. Fabrics rippled in the sea breeze around it. Her eyes found the source of the voice: a tall, elven male, shoulders broad beneath a robe of deep teal.His skin gleamed like one of her marbles. Long waves of aqua hair framed his sharp cheekbones. His eyes shimmered with a mischievous glow that made one believe he knew every secret there was to know. Phia stared at him for far too long. Her mouth parted just a little. [color=F97FCA]“…You…”[/color] she whispered and stepped closer. [color=F97FCA]“Are you… from the ocean?”[/color] Her eyes traveled over him again: the embroidery on his clothes, the rolled sleeves showing sculpted arms, the gold jewelry glinting like treasure. [color=F97FCA]“You are pretty.”[/color] He didn’t look flattered. The man looked… appalled. Then he leaned forward, elbows on the counter, voice blunt as he told her lowly: [color=teal]“Sweetheart. You need to purchase new clothes. [i]Right now[/i].”[/color] She tilted her head, and he added: [color=teal]“Immediately. Urgently. For the sake of public decency and my eyesight.”[/color] Phia stared at him, horrified. Then she looked down at herself and back at him. [color=F97FCA]"What's wrong with my clothes? ... I made them myself."[/color] Before she could defend herself, the tailor exhaled dramatically, dragging a hand down his perfect face like he was being wounded by her outfit’s mere existence. [color=teal]“Sweet blossom… I can see the [i]effort[/i]. Truly. But effort is not the same as [b]good[/b].”[/color] She blinked. He came out from behind the stall and circled her once as though inspecting a wild animal he intended to domesticate. [color=teal]“Right now you look like you've been living in a bush.”[/color] He stopped in front of her, close enough for her to smell his lavender perfume. [color=teal]“And darling… You deserve better than that.”[/color] He tapped her chin upward gently with two fingers. [color=teal]“Now be a good girl and pick something pretty.”[/color] Phia frowned, then relented with a grumble, wandering to the racks. Her eyes drifted over tops and skirts until she stopped before a long-sleeved white crop top with flowing sleeves. Her fingers trailed the fabric.[color=F97FCA]“…Pretty…”[/color] she whispered. Then the Mistpetal Skirt caught her attention. [color=F97FCA]“This one has flowers.”[/color] She held both pieces up proudly. The elf didn’t even blink. He snapped his fingers, and a curtain swayed open behind him. [color=teal]“Changing room. Now.”[/color] [/color]