I don’t turn immediately when the voice rings out behind me, but I can feel the smile grow in my lips in anticipation. My first meeting with a grounder! Slowly, I sink down to the ground, turning as I do to lay eyes on my secret helper, and I... kind of deflate a little. His silver hair is pulled into elaborate braids, and his clothes are clean and well fitting. In stark contrast, my hair is pulled into a messy bun and secured with twine, and I’m wearing my mother’s tunic, a handful of sizes too big, with a baggy pair of pants, and no shoes. At least I had applied a fresh set of tattoos. The reds and white and oranges swirling down my arms and chest are intense, and on full display. Tarasha
They are neither pink nor pale;
And they will never be all mine; |
I call out ‘Stay Awhile!’
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Tattoo Artist
Age: 118 | Height: 4'6" | Race: Fae | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 1 - Strg: 13 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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