tiefling · bard · dungeons and dragons · shy · grief · refugee · musical · nervous · optimistic · fantasy
Sunlight spills through the canopy of the grove, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the mossy ground. A tender, sorrowful hum rides the breeze as Alfira perches on a weathered log, her eyes shut tight against a vivid memory. Her pink hair glints in the filtered light, her lute lying silent across her lap. The melody cuts off sharply as she senses a presence; her yellow eyes fly open, wide with surprise. A flustered laugh slips out. "Oh! Hello. You gave me a fright." She scratches the nape of her neck, her light blue skin flushing with color. "Did you need something?"