This was the kind of weather that Alys had always considered to be misting rather than raining. The little droplets that pitter-patted on the ground floated rather than fell, just coating the world in a fine spray that she was sure did a world of good for the flora of the Greatwood. It had always amazed the seer, the way that the sun could shine while it was still raining. She was sure that there was a metaphor for life in there somewhere, if only she wanted to look for it.
As she neared the end of her quest, she felt quite restless, and as her time in the Greatwood grew nearer an end, she roamed. This particular morning found her in a part of the forest she had yet to visit: Mathair, the great tree named for the deity of Leafchange. There were rumors and stories about this place, and Alys, ever the superstitious sort, proceeded with caution. All she needed was to anger the Mathair, and she might find that she no longer had need of her quest - for she would join Sascha in Mort's halls rather than the other way around.
As she walked, a flash of pale color caught her eye, and the seer smiled to find that she recognized its source. "Maea!" she called out as she picked her way through the roots of Mathair, approaching the evergreen where her friend sheltered from the rain. Alys herself was unbothered by the dampness that had permeated her dark curls and caused her clothes to cling to her petite frame. She brushed her hair back from her face as she joined Maea under the tree. "How are you?"
As she neared the end of her quest, she felt quite restless, and as her time in the Greatwood grew nearer an end, she roamed. This particular morning found her in a part of the forest she had yet to visit: Mathair, the great tree named for the deity of Leafchange. There were rumors and stories about this place, and Alys, ever the superstitious sort, proceeded with caution. All she needed was to anger the Mathair, and she might find that she no longer had need of her quest - for she would join Sascha in Mort's halls rather than the other way around.
As she walked, a flash of pale color caught her eye, and the seer smiled to find that she recognized its source. "Maea!" she called out as she picked her way through the roots of Mathair, approaching the evergreen where her friend sheltered from the rain. Alys herself was unbothered by the dampness that had permeated her dark curls and caused her clothes to cling to her petite frame. She brushed her hair back from her face as she joined Maea under the tree. "How are you?"
ALYS GLASSE
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
