The Mistwalker
A Faerla, beautiful in appearance and cold in demeanor, who is dressed and carries herself both in the style of Arlandrian aristocracy. Her hair and eyes both glow a cyan hue, permanently highlighting her as she walks. Wherever she strides, a strange, ephemeral mist moves with her, as if she herself walks the fog wherever her path may lead.
Her clothes bear the marks of a fanciful golden-thread signature on the back, the meaning of which she is reticent to share. In truth, she is rather withdrawn about many things, her own name included, as if she does not want to risk the idea of anyone or anything getting the chance to grow close to her in any meaningful way.
A Faerla, beautiful in appearance and cold in demeanor, who is dressed and carries herself both in the style of Arlandrian aristocracy. Her hair and eyes both glow a cyan hue, permanently highlighting her as she walks. Wherever she strides, a strange, ephemeral mist moves with her, as if she herself walks the fog wherever her path may lead.
Her clothes bear the marks of a fanciful golden-thread signature on the back, the meaning of which she is reticent to share. In truth, she is rather withdrawn about many things, her own name included, as if she does not want to risk the idea of anyone or anything getting the chance to grow close to her in any meaningful way.