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DUNISAEA KURIN
Beams of sunlight pierced the watery depths and reached shimmering satin skin. Colors reflected off of her, shifting and dancing as though she were carved in opal. No carved thing could move with the grace she swam with, though; she danced with the dolphins, leaping and playing. The jewel of the sea, she was called, and one of the real jewels of the sea sat upon her brow. She had heard tales of gems possessed by elves, which were called Silmarils, but she doubted they were any more than legends devised at glimpsing a Topaedun, one of the great jewels of the sea people. Her silvery-blue diadem sat light but snug upon her brow, resting gently above diamond-clear eyes. Behind her streamed out great lengths of glittering pink hair, and the scales of her tail were of the same tone. Though she moved with a joyful grace, she had a goal in mind also, a purpose. Like many of her fellow mer-people, she was gifted with shape-changing, and could take on a form in which she walked upon land; it was land she was now borne for.
THEOWYN ROHIRRA
A fluid grace carried her as she rode, moving as one with the horse beneath her. Theowyn could have ridden anything, even a dragon, and still held her seat with steadiness and calm. Waves of gold hair flew behind her, shining in the bright sunlight that danced off of them. Her eyes were pure amber, and she was slender and delicate as a young elven maiden, though she was indeed human. A shield-maiden of Rohan was she, proud and true, and loyal to her nation. Her skin was tanned with many hours under the sun, and she carried with her always the scent of fresh blossoms in spring. Here she felt at home, out on the plains, just she and her horse and the world. Here there were no suitors to court, no parents to please, no one to judge her for praise or for critique. Her heart beat for two things only, her people and her freedom.
HARMONY SUNGLITTER
A chipmunk chittered softly on its bed of leaves, and the young nymph beside it chittered back. Harmony was cheerful in any company, from the proud elves, to her beloved trees, to the animals of the wood. There was no one she knew in whom she had not found a friend; but alas, never love beyond friendship. No sorrow reached her heart of this, though, for she was still young, fair and carefree. Her ringlets shone with a green deeper than emeralds, her skin a soft silvery shade like the bark of the birch that was her tree form. Indeed, even in her nymphish shape, she held many of the characteristics of the birch, tall and straight, ever fair. Her eyes caught the sunlight and laughed in it; they were large and round, set squarely between her flawless brow and straight nose. Her mouth was ever grinning, and her chin and mouth delicately formed. As a nymph, she was a paragon of beauty, of youthful joy and jubilance, but the companionship of friends was enough for her.
Beams of sunlight pierced the watery depths and reached shimmering satin skin. Colors reflected off of her, shifting and dancing as though she were carved in opal. No carved thing could move with the grace she swam with, though; she danced with the dolphins, leaping and playing. The jewel of the sea, she was called, and one of the real jewels of the sea sat upon her brow. She had heard tales of gems possessed by elves, which were called Silmarils, but she doubted they were any more than legends devised at glimpsing a Topaedun, one of the great jewels of the sea people. Her silvery-blue diadem sat light but snug upon her brow, resting gently above diamond-clear eyes. Behind her streamed out great lengths of glittering pink hair, and the scales of her tail were of the same tone. Though she moved with a joyful grace, she had a goal in mind also, a purpose. Like many of her fellow mer-people, she was gifted with shape-changing, and could take on a form in which she walked upon land; it was land she was now borne for.
THEOWYN ROHIRRA
A fluid grace carried her as she rode, moving as one with the horse beneath her. Theowyn could have ridden anything, even a dragon, and still held her seat with steadiness and calm. Waves of gold hair flew behind her, shining in the bright sunlight that danced off of them. Her eyes were pure amber, and she was slender and delicate as a young elven maiden, though she was indeed human. A shield-maiden of Rohan was she, proud and true, and loyal to her nation. Her skin was tanned with many hours under the sun, and she carried with her always the scent of fresh blossoms in spring. Here she felt at home, out on the plains, just she and her horse and the world. Here there were no suitors to court, no parents to please, no one to judge her for praise or for critique. Her heart beat for two things only, her people and her freedom.
HARMONY SUNGLITTER
A chipmunk chittered softly on its bed of leaves, and the young nymph beside it chittered back. Harmony was cheerful in any company, from the proud elves, to her beloved trees, to the animals of the wood. There was no one she knew in whom she had not found a friend; but alas, never love beyond friendship. No sorrow reached her heart of this, though, for she was still young, fair and carefree. Her ringlets shone with a green deeper than emeralds, her skin a soft silvery shade like the bark of the birch that was her tree form. Indeed, even in her nymphish shape, she held many of the characteristics of the birch, tall and straight, ever fair. Her eyes caught the sunlight and laughed in it; they were large and round, set squarely between her flawless brow and straight nose. Her mouth was ever grinning, and her chin and mouth delicately formed. As a nymph, she was a paragon of beauty, of youthful joy and jubilance, but the companionship of friends was enough for her.