[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] Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities 🍄 🍃 [color=#FFD351]Interactions:[/color] Corin [@Lava Alckon] Bastion [@Oso] Menzai [@Potter] Arya [@Tae] Meiyu [@FunnyGuy] Malik 🌼 [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=i.imgur.com/FpfQA4E.jpeg[/url]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] Amulet with an unknown crest [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]Arm Jewelry[/color] – Vine-wrapped armlets and bracelets studded with glistening stones in violet and turquoise hues. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]White off-the-shoulder crop top[/color] [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Mistpetal Skirt[/color] [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Waist Adornments[/color] – A 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] 6 🪞 🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] N/A. 🌸 [img]https://i.imgur.com/cOPfAGm.png[/img][/center][/color] [color=E5A7E2] Phia's morning had been plagued by deep and utter confusion. [color=tan]“I [i]was[/i] Minerva.”[/color] Malik's voice repeated in her head as they had been led through the keep. Colors and textures shifted through her vision—stone giving way to old wood, iron bolted into places that made no sense, the creak of ropes and the distant crash of waves bleeding through the walls. But Phia saw nothing more than that. Mentally, she was still in that tavern bedroom. [color=tan]“I am Malik, now.[/color] [i]How did one person simply become another overnight?[/i] Her eyes flicked toward him again, lingering longer than they should have. She had seen shifters all her life—watched them take on claws, fur, teeth—but this… this was [i]not[/i] the same. This was something else entirely. Something that made the hairs along her arms prickle. Though this Malik was nearly pleasant in manner and in vision, she longed to know where Minerva was. Malik acted and looked nothing like her. There was no way he could be Minerva. If such was true, then had he done something with her? The thought made her chest tighten. She folded her arms, hugging herself as she warred with the idea, her fingers pressing into her skin enough to leave red. If Minerva was missing, then she found it troubling to even care about seeing this prince. It should [i]not[/i] be the priority. Before she knew it, they were in a throne room. The space opened wider than anything she had been in since leaving the wilds. Light spilled in through glass high above, scattering strange colors across the floor and over the throne itself. [color=#8FFFC3]“I am not sure what misfortune led to your arrival on my island.”[/color] Phia’s gaze shifted to the prince. The prince was a blue-skinned male dressed in clothes perhaps mildly finer than those that walked the port, though worn in a way that suggested they had seen more than comfort. The most peculiar thing was that Phia thought he looked rather young. Younger than her, even. And yet… nothing about him felt young. Not the way he sat, nor the way he watched them. [color=#8FFFC3]“But know this now and accept it as truth. While you are here in the domain of Prince Ravic Dane, you stand as property of the Seadragons. For I am him, and everything around you belongs to me. If you wish to live, I suggest you make the choice to find peace with such a fact. Let’s keep it simple and begin with introductions. I wish for each of you to stand before me and tell me who you think you are.”[/color] [b][i]Property.[/i][/b] Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, nails pressing into her palms as her gaze flicked briefly to the bones set into the throne behind him. [color=tan]“Prince,”[/color] Malik was the first to introduce himself, which Phia found strange considering he had joined them this morning. Her head turned sharply toward him, suspicion twisting her countenance as her eyes lingered, searching for something...[i]anything[/i]...that resembled Minerva. There was nothing. She shot Menzai a look that communicated her unease as Malik continued speaking. [color=tan]“Apologies first and foremost. I [b]know[/b] who I am, for I know my blood. With pride, I stand as Malikendor of the Shifting Sands, son of Marakhami and grandson of Malikeh. Valenar Elf of Shivairn.”[/color] Phia did not wait any longer. Before doubt could creep back in, before anyone else could step forward in her place, she moved. Bare feet struck against the floor as she stepped out from the line, her grip tightening around her staff. Her heart was still uneasy, but it would not make her shrink. She stopped a few paces ahead, shoulders squaring as her chin lifted. Her gaze locked onto the prince, unflinching, though her fingers curled tighter around the worn wood in her hand. For a brief moment, she said nothing. Then the base of her staff struck the ground with an echoing crack. The sound cut through the vast room, bouncing off bone and stone alike. [color=FA7AE4]“I am Phia of the Oruna Tribe…”[/color] She then followed her introduction with certainty and an unyielding glare. [color=FA7AE4]“And I am [i]not[/i] property.”[/color][/color]