OOC Minecraft Username: Celesteqiine Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): (Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): — In-Character Read the following prompt: The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands. “Nervous?” You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes. “I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in. “Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?” How do you respond (in character)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include some references to our lore in your response!) — The ashen Arsa Sidhe sat quietly in the caravan, her head slightly lowered. A black painted staff rests by her feet, and her hands are folded upon her lap. Long elven ears flicked lightly at each little noise; each rock that clipped the wheel, each call of a bird, and now the old woman's voice. She swiftly lifts her head to give the illusion of regarding the old woman, in the direction she heard her voice. Her faded, glossy eyes stare blankly in the direction of the woman's voice, but not quite meeting her gaze properly. "Why have I come to the Reach?” Her long elven ears perk up slightly. "That is a good question. I do not fully remember, to be honest... My memory is quite poor." Lady Morne sighed softly, tapping her fingers against her leg. "I am from a far away place, I believe. I think I was from Fallstone- err…” Her ears flicked and brow knit, as she attempted to recall. "From Fallstone, yes." A nod. "I remember that I was traveling with my caravan, sort of like how we are now. A fond memory, yes." A small smile forms on her face. “But, I am certain I will find something in the Spire for me." Her distant gaze turned to the side, as if she was watching the rolling fields, daydreaming about what sort of life awaits her in this new land. Who will she meet? What will she encounter? Perhaps, in due time, it will jog her memory. — Character Name: "Lady Morne" Character Race: Arsa Sidhe Character Age: 25 Brief Physical Description: A pale, ashen skinned Arsa Sidhe with snow white hair and faded, silvery-green eyes. Thin in frame and elegant in form, Lady Morne wears elaborate black clothing with platinum trim and filigree, as well as a choker with a cracked emerald clasped in a dragon's claw design. She carries a painted wood staff with a dragon's head carved into it.