Faile

Faile
Followed	Cordir

Current Description:

(written by Cordir)
At first glance, she calls to mind the dusky, cool tones of a winter's sunset; tones of blue and purple cast upon the blinding snow, icy, and crystalline. Yet despite the impressions of palette and reserve, those inquisitive violet eyes hold both warmth and welcome that no season of barrenness and death could ever withstand. Tall for her race and more slender than most swans, Faile has the lithe grace of a rapier wielded by a master swordsman. Though her form is youthful and strong, an aura of wisdom, experience and calm confidence surrounds her.

Gleaming silver tips each feather upon her wings, creating exquisitely artistic contrast with the flowing ash-gray, floor-length, spider-silk velvet cloak clasped about her slender throat. She mantles her crest, the feathers rustling softly with the movement, and dips slightly in a movement akin to a curtsey or even the steps to an ancient and courtly dance. One claw-tipped wing is extended out and back, her head lowers, the silver-touched silk cascade of her snowy hair slides like a water- fall over one shoulder.... but yet her eyes remain on yours, watchful, ever curious.

'Wind beneath thy wings and good fortune to your travels,' she chirps in a musical voice. Rising from the curtsey, she smiles and is on her way.