bring on the night - any

[Sidhra]

S I D H R A

Sidhra had worried, if not for only a moment, that her plea to the Mountain would not be heard. She could feel the magic in this land thrumming beneath her hooves, but new nothing of what sort of magic fueled this place.  But she still climbed the sides of the Mountain with a heart filled with hope and a willingness to do what must be done to restore her voice.  The little fae had had a voice of her own, once.  Her mutism is perhaps unconventional in that regard. She had chosen this life of silence.  Sidhra revered the night above all else - the quiet sounds and inky darkness were the only thing that brought comfort to her.  She found in her youth, that the piercing sounds of voices cut through the night - shattering the calm with the abrasive noise. So, with increasing frequency she came to rely on her innate abilities. Most fae had some degree of magic that began to settle after your first decade. Sidhra’s had been telepathy.  And after nearly 80 years of disuse, Sidhra found that she know longer knew how to speak with her long disused voice. Still, Sidhra knew the fairy upon the Mountain’s words to be true. She didn’t need words to speak. She knew she could survive without her ability.  She could still communicate in the most rudimentary of fashions, though she was decidedly unpracticed in this regard.  Nevertheless, the little fae slips into the meadow in pursuit of her first experiment.  Silver-white eyes flick across the still strange landscape, seeking someone who may find a conversation with the wordless worthwhile. BRING ON THE NIGHT

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NOTE: Sidhra is mute. She's going to be attempting to communicate without words.