[open] A wanderer that could never be lost; Toivo, any

[Oectra]

Oectra's rippled, pale blue, stone hooves stamp in a series of stomps as she sneezes the last remaining pollen from her nostrils. Her large, white wings flutter not so gracefully to her sides as the dramatic performance ends and her pale, icy blue eyes find that of a boy, - mmmmm, maybe not a boy but not quite a man either.

The boy-man welcomes her to Tephra, and for a moment all Oectra can do is offer a wide, awkward, lopsided grin in response. "Umm. Hi. Thanks." she response before attempting to shake out her pollen covered hide, not that the boy-man looked any better. In fact he looked kind of wild, and at that thought her grin grew wider. She was okay with wild, her inner wolf mischief sparked. This land however wasn't quite as suitable for that form of hers and so she kept her "playful bite" at bay.

As she turned her attention back to the boy-man after one last unsuccessful shake of her body, landing her chestnut forelock tangled in front of her eyes, she took a step closer her stone hooves avoiding the delicate flowers that crowded her - not that she hadn't already ruined enough of them. "My name is Oectra, what's yours?" her voice came out in a low alto, tomboyish tone.

This was her, ungraceful, awkward, and wild.

@[Toivo]