[ ooc; if I am stepping on any toes, please let me know! ]
[ Someday, Gwenhywfar will have to take part in celebrations or at least more mingles that do not involve the teaching of bards and druids. Today is obviously not that day, out of a combination of anxiety from being so far away from those she cares for and the natural weariness she has for large groups. She stays with the foxes and offers quiet blessings to the forest god of her world. With so many sights, scents, and sounds, it becomes overwhelming fairly quickly.
She's already drawn to the forest out of her already deep love for it. She follows a few of them and manages to draw her gaze up at the tall figure. His height catches her attention at first followed by a somewhat familiar yet a foreign aura, not of a half-demon like her. Her lineage has always been a sore spot for her... and she would assume the same for others. Or perhaps she was just that exhausted and was imagining the whole thing.
Nonetheless, she approaches with the kit tightly in her arms with a frown.
It would not kill you to humor them, you know. Throw it for them.
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[ Someday, Gwenhywfar will have to take part in celebrations or at least more mingles that do not involve the teaching of bards and druids. Today is obviously not that day, out of a combination of anxiety from being so far away from those she cares for and the natural weariness she has for large groups. She stays with the foxes and offers quiet blessings to the forest god of her world. With so many sights, scents, and sounds, it becomes overwhelming fairly quickly.
She's already drawn to the forest out of her already deep love for it. She follows a few of them and manages to draw her gaze up at the tall figure. His height catches her attention at first followed by a somewhat familiar yet a foreign aura, not of a half-demon like her. Her lineage has always been a sore spot for her... and she would assume the same for others. Or perhaps she was just that exhausted and was imagining the whole thing.
Nonetheless, she approaches with the kit tightly in her arms with a frown.
It would not kill you to humor them, you know. Throw it for them.