[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/LkjUl9O.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pq1V8p0.gif[/img][/center] [color=E5A7E2] [center] 🌸 [color=F97FCA]Race:[/color] Half-Elf 🌸 🦋 [color=#FFD351]Class:[/color] Druidic Mystic 🦋 🍄 [color=#BC16A1]Location:[/color] The Bar 🍄 🍃 [color=#FFD351]Interactions:[/color] Gears [@PapaOso] Menzai [@Samreaper] Arya [@Potter] Wendel [@FunnyGuy] 🍃 🌼 [color=F97FCA]Equipment:[/color] 🌼 [hider=Full Equipment List][color=FFD351]✦[/color] Druidic Staff [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Stone-Carved Dagger [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Poison-Tipped Blowgun Darts [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Her amulet [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Satchel [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Flint & dried tinder moss [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Waterskin [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Dried Medicinal Herbs [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Bag of pretty trinkets, marbles and rocks [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Sharpening river stone [color=FFD351]✦[/color] Oruna tribal moon bracelet[/hider] 🪷 [color=#BC16A1]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/6CiluJx.png]Outfit[/url] 🪷 [hider=Attire][color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Antler Headdress[/color] – Elegant branching antlers wrapped in vines and blooming wild roses and other flowers, dangling with purple crystal teardrops. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Thick Magenta Hair[/color] – Flowing in long, heavy waves with many braids, tiny beads and blossoms braided throughout. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Forest Bralette[/color] – A natural fabric top adorned with layered leaves, hide, flowers, and shimmering gem accents across the bust. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Arm Jewelry[/color] – Vine-wrapped armlets and bracelets studded with glistening stones in violet and turquoise hues. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Green Cloaklet[/color] – A light green cloak clasped with a gem like amber—crafted from flora and fauna [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Layered Skirt[/color] – Flowing petal-draped skirt with high side slits, woven from cloth and flower petals [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Waist Adornments[/color] – A golden vine belt holding a satchels, feathers, and a charm pouch of herbs and trinkets. [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Leg Jewelry[/color] – Beaded anklets and thigh cords with gemstone charms [color=FFD351]✦[/color] [color=F97FCA]Nature Tattoos & Paint[/color] – Faint tribal markings or nature-inspired body paint peek beneath her outfit[/hider] 🪞 [color=F97FCA]Gold Balance:[/color] 20 🪞 🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] Faint Scrapes on Shins & Knees 🌸 [img]https://i.imgur.com/cOPfAGm.png[/img][/center] As the shiny female nudged the marble with one of her fingers, Phia's eyes locked on it like a jungle cat on its prey. She watched, transfixed, as it spun. However, as she informed her about her "knickknacks," her gaze slowly slid back to her, and her brows furrowed with both confusion and some frustration. She looked down at her sparkling treasures with betrayal, then she immediately protested, almost interrupting as she proclaimed with rising horror, [color=F97FCA] "But this one's [i]blue[/i]."[/color] The warforged kindly explained, and Phia’s lips parted in soft realization. [color=F97FCA]“Coin,”[/color] she echoed, as if tasting the word for the first time. She immediately dove into her satchel with the urgency of a hungry raccoon, wrist-deep in bones, feathers, polished stones, and various sparkly “not-coins,” clearly trying to decipher what might count as worthy. As her rummaging grew louder, the warforged offered gently, [color=goldenrod]“But tell ya what... If you are hungry, I’ll pour you a cup of somethin’ warm on the house while you go figure out where your coin purse wandered off to. That sound fair?”[/color] Phia looked up from her frantic sorting, her hands still full of pebbles and string. She blinked again, a spark of awe in her voice.[color=F97FCA]“Wait… Warm? ... On what house?”[/color] It was in that moment the wind shifted. Her nose twitched as a familiar scent swept past her senses. Her head snapped up on instinct and her eyes lit up. [color=F97FCA]“Menzai!”[/color] She half-gasped, half-giggled just as his voice flowed in like winter wind through tree branches. Her posture straightened with excitement and relief, her satchel forgotten momentarily. Her arms twitched like she might launch herself into a hug until the firm tap of his clawed finger landed atop the counter, right next to her crumpled message. Her eyes dropped to the paper. [color=F97FCA]"...Oh."[/color] Her stomach let out another theatrical growl, loud enough to earn a glance from a passing patron. Just as she lifted her head with a pitiful pout, a soft clink sounded against the wood bar. Menzai had placed a coin atop her crumpled message. Phia lit up with recognition, pointing to it proudly like she’d just solved a puzzle. [color=F97FCA]“A shiny round,”[/color] she declared with absolute certainty, giving an enthusiastic nod. [color=F97FCA]“That’s what they want. Not the blue, not the bone—just shiny rounds.”[/color] She paused, then leaned closer to the coin, whispering like it could hear her. [color=F97FCA]“Don’t get any ideas. You’re only slightly more valuable than my glittery bug shell.”[/color] And yet, she gently patted the coin with affection… just in case. [color=ee82ed]"And this should be served with the meat. As much as the young miss wishes though I must ask to add some vegetables."[/color] Phia wrinkled her nose at the v word the moment it left Menzai’s lips. She leaned back ever so slightly, as if recoiling from an invisible force. [color=F97FCA]"Vegetables?"[/color] she repeated suspiciously. With exaggerated slowness, she shifted her wide eyes from Menzai to the bartender, then back again—[i]clearly weighing the possibility of escape[/i]. [color=F97FCA]"I didn’t say vegetables... I said meats. Meats don't grow from the ground, Menzai."[/color] Still, after a beat, her stomach growled again, louder than before. She sighed in defeat and poked the paper with a reluctant finger. [color=F97FCA]"...Okay. But only if they hide them under the meats."[/color] [color=goldenrod]“You two from a traveling circus, orrr...?”[/color] Phia blinked and tilted her head in confusion, however, she quickly lost interest as she took notice of the drink on the counter. With the reverence of a squirrel discovering its first acorn, she seized it with both hands like it was holy nectar. She threw her head back, pouring the contents down her throat like a dehydrated beast at a jungle spring as Menzai had been speaking. Her eyes crossed briefly. Her soul briefly evacuated. Somewhere in the distance, an ancestor probably facepalmed. She exhaled like she’d just swallowed a forest fire and she slammed the cup down. [color=F97FCA]“Delicious pain,”[/color] she gasped, blinking rapidly. As her eyes refocused, they drifted down the bar… and paused. A hunched, cloaked figure sat just a few stools down. A horn poked out from beneath the hood. Phia stared long and hard as she leaned closer to the girl, squinting at her to try to catch a look at her face. [color=F97FCA]“…You smell like secrets,”[/color] she whispered toward the figure. [color=F97FCA]“And maybe… smoky berries?”[/color] But then—her curiosity ping-ponged back to the shiny bartender as she recalled that she should thank her for the refreshment. The Oruna tribe had warned her after all that people outside the wilds needed assurance of their good deeds, or else they would feel slighted. [color=F97FCA]“Thank you, shiny one,”[/color] she said sincerely, bowing her head with both gratitude and lingering heat trauma. Then she perked up, lifting her hand like a student with a [i]Very Important Question™[/i]. [color=F97FCA]“Can you tell us your name? And what species you are?”[/color] Her eyes sparkled with genuine wonder. She leaned in again, whispering in awe with widened eyes:[i] [color=F97FCA]“Are you a rock girl?”[/color][/i] A creak of a stool shifting drew her attention. A short, bearded man had taken a seat beside the hooded girl, his voice rising to address the barkeep before Gears could answer her question. Phia slowly turned her head to fix her gaze on him. Not with malice... But with wide, unblinking intensity as if she were trying to determine whether he was a squirrel or a beast in disguise. [/color]