A GIRL SITS AND READS.

softly does she sing.

"oh, dear friend; join us, won't you?"

THREE FAIR MAIDENS, WHIMSICAL & GIDDY; THEY EACH HAVE A STORY TO TELL.
TO WHOM DO YOU GIVE YOUR EAR?

MADLY WROUGHT WITH DANCE, THIS ONE SEEMS UNABLE TO HALT.

ABSORBED IN A BOOK, SHE BARELY LIFTS HER GAZE WHEN YOU APPROACH.

THIS ONE, TOO, DANCES; YET HER MOVEMENT IS FULL OF GRACE & PRECISION.

"OH, IT GOES- IT GOES - A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS!"

the dancing loon shares her piece.

INFORMATION [BASIC]

name: Mariola Pola Wieszczrace: Human - Highlanderdob: N/A [appears late 40s, mid 50s]culture: Red Faithoccupation: Mortician, Alchemist, Gardener, Mother, Etc.personality type: INTJ-T; the Architectresidence: N/A

INFORMATION [PHYSICAL]

height: 5'11 - 6'hair/eyes: Onyx tresses, flowing wildly to her calves; those locks almost conceal a set of pale, chartreuse hues.frame: She is slight, sickly; her bones only bear some meat to keep her from a truly skeletal state, but she's on the verge of what some would call a 'ghastly, ghoulish' frameattire: Light, airy fabrics decorated with beading & intricate needlework.voice: A rough, guttural sound curls this dame's words, lilted in sections that typically would fall flat; it's familiar to the way most Haenseni speak, yet there is a lack of their verbiage - the "yams", "niets", so forth. [Slavic in nature.]-> Nadja of Antipaxosextra: One could count dozens of crosses - Lorraine, & not - upon Marion's form. One rested about her hip, with a dull, crimson gem; and numerous others riddled her front, layered necklace ere necklace.
Her arms bear the coiled markings of a great tree's Limbs - an Oak's branches; they spiral about her wrists and hands entirely, even staining the tips of her spindly fingers a pitch hue.