Mx.Wren
Novice
A lone traveler stumbles out of the fog, accompanied by a light tinkling sound like hundreds of little metal chimes from her lapis armor. She raps a gauntlet deprecatingly against the side of her side, hoping to clear out the cobwebs from her aging and dream-addled brain.
"Okay now, where am I?"
One white and tan eyebrow, a wild spray of feathers, cocks upwards.
"When am I?"
"Let's see if some of my people are still around..."
The hundred chimes push onward, dancing across the breeze.
"Okay now, where am I?"
One white and tan eyebrow, a wild spray of feathers, cocks upwards.
"When am I?"
"Let's see if some of my people are still around..."
The hundred chimes push onward, dancing across the breeze.
