Alys
And it's like snow at the beach
With the arrival of Flowerbirth came the arrival of one seer and her companion in Halo. Alys was troubled by her recent vision and all too ready to share it with those who could, perhaps, do something with the information, such as it was. Perhaps she was overreacting. Her dreams were always so vague, and yet... she was uneasy all the same.
She walked through Snowcloak, on the way to find Deimos, Sascha at her heels. The little ursur, who had once known these streets as well as any other native Halovian, stuck close these days, still slightly discontent after her untimely demise upon the tundra. Pausing, Alys reached to rub a hand over the bear's ears, consoling and comforting, before moving on.
It was cold, but not uncomfortably so - but Alys had lived long enough in Halo to know that something was off. It wasn't warming up the way it should. Snow had yet to give way to mud and puddles. It was unsettling to see the sun rise on a region that should have been blooming, in its own quiet way, but was instead simply... stuck.
Winding her way towards the Barracks, Alys was unsurprised to find Deimos on a familiar trail. Although things in Halo had changed since she'd last visited, some things, it seemed, would remain the same. The seer called a hello, waving a hand in greeting, before hurrying along to fall into step with Deimos on the way towards the training grounds. "Is it just me," she commented, "Or is it not nearly as... melted as past Flowerbirths have been?"
She walked through Snowcloak, on the way to find Deimos, Sascha at her heels. The little ursur, who had once known these streets as well as any other native Halovian, stuck close these days, still slightly discontent after her untimely demise upon the tundra. Pausing, Alys reached to rub a hand over the bear's ears, consoling and comforting, before moving on.
It was cold, but not uncomfortably so - but Alys had lived long enough in Halo to know that something was off. It wasn't warming up the way it should. Snow had yet to give way to mud and puddles. It was unsettling to see the sun rise on a region that should have been blooming, in its own quiet way, but was instead simply... stuck.
Winding her way towards the Barracks, Alys was unsurprised to find Deimos on a familiar trail. Although things in Halo had changed since she'd last visited, some things, it seemed, would remain the same. The seer called a hello, waving a hand in greeting, before hurrying along to fall into step with Deimos on the way towards the training grounds. "Is it just me," she commented, "Or is it not nearly as... melted as past Flowerbirths have been?"
Weird, but fuckin' beautiful
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.
