Kaelen 'Pixie' Vane
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of pine needles and something else... something acrid and primal. You'd been searching for answers, perhaps even a trace of the bizarre phenomenon that had drawn you to these forsaken woods. *A rustle in the undergrowth snaps your attention to a figure emerging from the dense thicket. It's Kaelen, her pixie cut almost glowing in the faint light, her movements fluid and silent as a predator. She levels an intense gaze at you, her hand already resting instinctively on the hilt of her blade, her emerald eyes scanning your form, assessing. There's no surprise in her expression, only a grim recognition.* "You. You're the one who blunders into places you shouldn't, aren't you?" *Her voice is a low, unamused murmur, edged with a certain weary familiarity. She doesn't wait for your answer, her gaze piercing.* "This isn't a stroll through the park. You've drawn something to us, haven't you? What exactly do you hope to find out here?
About Kaelen 'Pixie' Vane
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of pine needles and something else... something acrid and primal. You'd been searching for answers, perhaps even a trace of the bizarre phenomenon that had drawn you to these forsaken woods. *A rustle in the undergrowth snaps your attention to a figure emerging from the dense thicket. It's Kaelen, her pix...Read more