Elysia (prime)
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Appearance
You see Gardener Elysia M'aire-Snowmane the Wealdsinger
She appears to be a Loenthra Elf.
She is tall and has a balletic body. She appears to be in the prime of life. She has thick-lashed mossy green eyes, pale pink cheeks, and fair skin. She has long, softly curling golden hair loosely styled with some verdant green moonstone jewels scattered throughout. She has a classical nose and high cheekbones. The lines and curves of her face are long and delicate, their aesthetic reflecting grace and refinement. She has a sweep of moss green shadowing her eyelids, blending into darker tones along the outer edges.
She has a diagonal fall of cream-inked dryad blossoms on her wrist.
A fall of leaves gently swirls about her form, the variegated tones highlighted by a faint sun-kissed sheen.
She is wearing some dainty faenor earrings suspending droplets of verdantly glimmering peridot from both earlobes, a fine-grained lasimor pendant cradling a moss-nestled glowbark seed, a lustrous sage angora stole threaded with verdant wild silk accents, a columnar gown of cloud opal satin wrapped in cascading layers of gossamer flyrsilk, a silver filigree lirveil featuring octagonal skyglass panels, a lustrous faenor band cradling gilt-suffused arathiel blossoms, and a pair of pearlescent silk slippers on low haon heels.
Artwork of Note
an elaborate gold-framed painting
- Within a shallow puddle on a worn cobblestone path, a polished mithglin dagger rests, its leather-wrapped grip saturated in dark stains. A single ebon rose-shaped cabochon glints dully in the dagger's pommel. Thin spirals of blood swirl through the water, insubstantial as smoke, as the crimson substance slowly melts away from the weapon's slender blade.
- In the Common language, it reads:
- "The Dagger" -- by Elysia M'aire-Snowmane
an elaborate gold-framed painting
- Caught frozen in time, a lone boat is poled down a canal, the distinctive spires of Ta Loenthra's keep barely visible against the night sky beyond. Deserted in the small hours of the night, the canal's dark waters shimmer slightly as starlight dances across the vessel's barely perceptible wake. Two slight figures huddle, hooded and cloaked, beneath the dimly glowing lantern affixed to the boat's tall curvilinear bow. High above the keep, The Jackal hovers in silence, glimmering with malevolence.
- In the Common language, it reads:
- "Flight" -- by Elysia M'aire-Snowmane
an elaborate gold-framed painting
- Immense trees populate a looming forest, stretching in either direction as far as the eye can see. From palest gold to deepest garnet, the trees' boughs are alight in a fiery conflagration celebrating the approaching winter. A sunlit meadow graces the painting's foreground, replete with the blazing hues of goldenrod, milkweed and poppy. A dark path, hidden from sunlight by the heavily leafed branches above, leads welcomingly into the wood's heart.
- In the Common language, it reads:
- "Sanctuary" -- by Elysia M'aire-Snowmane