FAZIA
Fazia began this quest of hers in winter and it would feel incredibly satisfying to finish it before another winter passes. The first step in her goal to become like her mother, a fierce water demon. Someone to haunt both land and sea in Beqanna and carry on the red general’s legacy.
Her mom isn’t dead or anything but no harm in preparing.
So she’s on the lookout once more, back on the hunt for someone new to try possessing and maybe a new reaction. Maybe someone who would appreciate what she was trying to do! That would be nice.
The translucent mare doesn’t need to hunt hard today to find some prey — it simply walks right up. Surprise and intrigue fill her mind and that is what the blue-accented stranger will find there. This feels a little too easy, but then Fazia had never doubted her capabilities. Not even when it came to having a simple conversation. “Hello Starbry.” There’s a faint smile on her face too, though the fact that her skull can be seen does add a little bit of a sharper edge than she needs for this moment. She won’t try to compensate for that, though. Fazia is what she is, she cannot control how she is interpreted. Yet, anyway.
“I’m Fazia — I’m on a quest, would you be willing to help me out with a quick little task?” Of course she could just go for it — that had proven to be a fun, if occasionally disastrous, way to start conversations but there is just something so gentle about this mare. Some instinct telling her to try to sweeten things a little first before going in with the sting.
Maybe she has some skill as a hunter after all.
Her mom isn’t dead or anything but no harm in preparing.
So she’s on the lookout once more, back on the hunt for someone new to try possessing and maybe a new reaction. Maybe someone who would appreciate what she was trying to do! That would be nice.
The translucent mare doesn’t need to hunt hard today to find some prey — it simply walks right up. Surprise and intrigue fill her mind and that is what the blue-accented stranger will find there. This feels a little too easy, but then Fazia had never doubted her capabilities. Not even when it came to having a simple conversation. “Hello Starbry.” There’s a faint smile on her face too, though the fact that her skull can be seen does add a little bit of a sharper edge than she needs for this moment. She won’t try to compensate for that, though. Fazia is what she is, she cannot control how she is interpreted. Yet, anyway.
“I’m Fazia — I’m on a quest, would you be willing to help me out with a quick little task?” Of course she could just go for it — that had proven to be a fun, if occasionally disastrous, way to start conversations but there is just something so gentle about this mare. Some instinct telling her to try to sweeten things a little first before going in with the sting.
Maybe she has some skill as a hunter after all.
@Starbry