Legends of Belariath

Windira

Description:

A giggle and a flurry of activity brings your attention to this mischevious sylph, you notice her walking above the heads of the patrons of the inn, as she moves away from teh scene of disruption. Her lithe frame shaking with merryment as her hair flows lightly around her face as if in an unseen breeze, the silver strands seeming to reflect the light in a blue and purple hue, mirroring the colors of bolts of lightning. Slowly she descends to the earth, smiling lightly to herself, her head now below most of the occupants as she walks on a cusion of air, less than an inch above the floor. A little under 5' Tall, after having visited the Naked Bird, she has come into possesion of a light blue silk skirt, High on the right side, barely covering her hip, and coming down at an angle to the left side, where it clings to her leg at around mid thigh, Her shirt is of the same light blue color, the color of a clear sky, and wraps tightly around her chest, one strap going over her right shoulder, and leaves her midrif bare. A mark seems to gleam as the light passes over it, annoints her left hip, a sapphire blue GR over a Lightning bolt and a dragon design in a blue sapphire color. Another mark on her right breast has appeared, that of a crescent moon about three or four days past the new moon and oriented as the stylized letter "J" in the sky

Possessions:

She also currently owns a nature toned dress, the bottom slanted, moving from one hip to the opposite knee, in the same fashion of her skirt, The sides open diamonds that would reveal much of her body, the neck low but tight, and it is sleevless, the colors a swirl of browns and greens.

A mithril neclace wraps lightly around her neck, the small crystal resting in the hollow of her throat. The small crystal, a little bigger than a pea, the color seeming to twist under the eye, bright blue in places, yet black in others, riddled with bright bands almost as if lightning was coursing through it. Slipped onto her ring finger on her right hand is the bronze ring of a tyrp Healer (25 sep), and pressed against it is the silver ring of the Aprentice healer (08 Jan)

Items:

Half Wolf pup: Aqquired from the General Store, as yet has no name. A bit snappish and protective.

Double headed dildo: Prize of MorriganSteel's Party

Fur Blanket: Prize for kissing contest at Unigo Masquarade Ball

Beautiful Silk evening Gown: Prize at unigo Masquarade Ball

2 Silk Thongs and stockings matching the evening gown: Prize at Unigo Masquarade Ball

Dildo with soft enchantment of Vibration on it: Prize at Unigo Masquarade Ball

Owns, and often carries in a loop on her belt, a small wooden flute of basic design, was a gift from her sister sylphs when she visited them before heading to Nanthalion.

Piccolo was lost... Ohh well, till she gains another your ears are safe.

Flute: the metal flute was as much a work of art as it was a well crafted instrument. it's black soft leather case was set to hook to a belt by either a leather strap on it's back or by the draw strings, and had Zingara's mark on it. The instrument itself held a swirling bolt of electicity crossing over and over against a white rose that swirled in the other direction, and ended with petals that were bleeding at the tip.

The Piccolo was a simpler design, it's size not as easy to craft, a simple note left with this instrument "who ever obtains this instrument please see Zingara, so I can place your name on it. thank you"

Ocarina: the Ornate isntrument was a silver blue glazed instrument, it seemed a clayish material was used and the sound was as beautiful as the instruement itself, marked in black on the bottom was Zingara's mark.

Skills:

GSS:

Master Flute

Master Magic: Slieght of Hand Journey Piccolo Trained Ocarina Journey Artist: Landscape

Trained Erotic Arts

Healing:

Bandaging

Basic Examination

Splinting

Basic Herbalism Stiching

Decreased Bloodflow

OOC:

I am not a pixie, or a Fei... IF for any reason you find yourself the target of Unwanted Mischief, please PM and tell me, and i will be diverted.

On that note, feel free to PM for any other reason as well

Rape tag: No consequences as of now.

Background:

Born of Gaia many years ago, all though she does not konw herself exactly how many. Always having been full of energy, mischief glinting in her eyes, no one was safe from her pranks and curiosity. Her greatest joy was and still is flying through the currents high in the air, and this is where her first of many stories begins. It was during one of these long and joyful flights that she saw far below her, mere specks upon the ground, but these specks were different, they were organized like a wolf pack, but wolves don't glimmer in the light like these did, nor do they travel so far from the forest. With a bright laugh she flipped over onto her back, arching into a dive, her eyes watching as the specks grow into creatures similar to herself. She pauses aw ways off, watching them as they move, scurrying around the white backed beast in the middle, she giggles following them until the not far off night had taken them. She giggled as their fires were made, her eyes widening at the light that it had made. She watches these new creatures as they quite down, easily sneaking over those standing at intervals around the camp. Her curiosity had taken over, these new creatures wore removable skin, and she founde these quite interesting, picking through them as the creatures slept. Soon the skins found their way to be hung all around their camp, the multiple hues of the skins fascinating her. Slowly she works her way around the camp, in ever smaller circles till she is near the great silent white backed beast that slept before her, she jumps back startled as she realizes the great beast does not sleep, but sings softly. She slowly circles the beast till she finds the song comes from teh behemoth mouth. Her head peaks inside seeing the near empty inside of the beast; she notices a large figure resting against the far wall of its stomach, her head cocks lightly to the side as she finds the pleasant tune coming from it. She watches it for several moments unconsciously moving into the creature and leaning against the far wall, her eyes slowly closing as she listens to the music... She wakes with a start as a large hand shakes her lightly, a broad smile the first theng she sees. She grins back blinking in surprise as the creature speaks, "It has been a long time since somone has heard me play," he says rolling the small flute in his fingers. "It was nice" she says softly, her eyes brimming with curiosity. The creature laughs full heartedly at that as his eyes fill with pride, "tell me little one, what is your name?" She shrugs slightly, as she looks up at him, "The wind needs no name," She says, having never needed one among her sisters. He smiles kindly at that, "The wind, Eh? Then i shall call you Windira." Windira giggles softly, looking at him with sparkling eyes, "Windira..." she says softly, enjoying the feel and sound of the name over her tongue. He pulls her lightly to her feet, and over to the far side of the wagon, and into his lap as he starts to play once more. Curious she looks at the stick in his hand, giggling she places her fingers over a few of the holes and then in the end, smiling happily. He laughs softly at her antics rubbing her head in an affectionate manner, gaining a grin from her, "Would you like to learn to play?" he asks, getting a quick and fervent nod from her. Thus she began to learn the art of playing the flute from the owner of the caravan, which carried art supplies. The gaurds were not to pleased to find their clothes strewn everywhere about the camp, but the owner quickly calmed them, and they were soon on their way once more. She traveled with them for several more days, till they reached the edge of the plains, learning what she could, and using the night to cause her mischeif. By the end of the journey most of the tents were quite a bit more colorful than before she arrived, with multiple designs gracing their sides. The gaurds soon found her pranks amusing, and started to care for her much like a long lost sister, teaching her much in the ways of men. She left the caravan with a grin as they moved on, joining them again on their return trip. Thiswent on for several more years, but one year not all went well. It was a cold and windy night, so the camp had been built even more compact than usual. A stray twig or leaf from the fire managed to catch the wind, and rather than being instantly blown out managed to set fire to one of the tents near the wagon. The ropes were the first to burn, but soon the entire tent burst into flames, the occupants luckily out on patrol. The fire catching once more found its way to the canvas cover of the brightly decorated wagon, the entire top half quickly a blaze of fire. Windira awoke with the heat of the flames pressing in all around her, the call to arms barely heard through the roar of the flames. Her eyes wide in panic, she looked around to see the nearly empty wagon immersed in flame, the smoke billowy around it finding its way into her lungs, the floor smoking for a few moments before billowing into flames. She floats lightly in the middle of the wagon, to escape the touch of the flames, holding tightly to the flute of her friend. Suddenly the walls blossom into a garden of sharp steal points then shredded as spears tear through them, opening wide gaps ringed in fire. Desperatly she dives for one of the openings, tumbling through the thick smoke and into the confused arms of a gaurd, Her skin a fire from pain from the harsh touch of the fire and the course scraping of his clothes and hands over that tender skin, Her flesh soon a bright pink rather than its natural light blue. The gaurds and owners were dismayed at the destruction of the fire, but were much relieved that all the damage had been material, the worst of the wounds her own. The rest of the trip went off without a hitch, her minor burns and scrapes and bruises healing quickly under the gaurds care, and soon she was laughing and giggling once again, even though she could not even come in sight of a fire for quite some time without fleeing in fear. She left the once more as they went on their way, returning again on their next trip, but never again sleeping in the wagon, and never trusting the fire again.

Recent events:

After the traumatic loss of her first patient, Windira struggles mentally with the shock it has caused her, but loss is hitting her hard. With the backlash of her last healing spell she has found that her magic has seemingly ceased to work, and even her innate abilities have abandoned her. She struggles with a life rooted to the ground, unable to partake in many of the joys she had taken for granted.Shortly after regaining her magic powers...

Windira giggles with glee as she bursts from the doors into the cool winter air, her eyes wide with delight, as her feet step lightly upon the air once more.The seeming curse has been lifted from her as she experiences the joy of flight once more, her small form rising quickly into the air.She closes her eyes as she feels the sun beat lightly upon her upturned face, her hair streaming behind her, fluttering as the wind catches it, whipping it lightly around her frame, her arms stretched to the side to feel the caress of the air against her flesh, her feet a blur as they propel her through the air.Giggling and gasping she tucks her head forward executing a light flip the brown, green,and white of the snow covered forest below her, spinning through her vision in a blur.Then up! Up and up and up she soars, the world below receding till she is but a dot in the sky, the beings on the ground just insects to her eyes, as she spins slightly in slow circles, watching the golden sun blanket the world in its warm light, the forest stretching off to the mountains on the very edge of the horizon., The entire world seems to pause for a moment as she looks around, before with a jubilant laugh the tranquil silence of the air is broken, the sylph dropping a few feet before her toes seem to catch on some invisible substance her hair streaming around her face as she begins to run.The forest slowly passes under her feet as the mountains infinitesimally begin to rise in the distance as she approaches them.

She continues to run for most of the day, feeling the cool wind of the upper atmosphere press against her body from one direction, before instantly seeming to come from another.Then with a cry of sheer glee she plummets like an armor laden barbarian towards the forest below, her hair whipping around her face and neck, the wind leaving her cheeks a bright red from their rough caress.The world growing larger and larger before she breaks through the tops of the trees, changing her angle to soar through the trees, the branches whipping around her body as she ducks left and right missing the largest of the branches and the trunks of the trees, the rich song of the birds heard clearly for but an instant before it too is left far behind, Only then does she rise once more into the air, grinning in remembrance as she feels the air grow thin in her lung.

She turns suddenly as the screech of an eagle breaks the cool high air, her eyes alighting upon a far away spec, watching as it grows and slowly forms into the shape of a bird, and then into a magnificent eagle. Her smile broadening as she watches it approach, the magnificent bird wings fluttering lightly in the wind as it soars from thermal to thermal, making it stately approach to her.

Her grin broadens as her eyes widen slightly, recognizing the bird from quite a long time ago, when she was new to this land, her hand rising her finger spreading as she waves merrily to it.The sun gleams lightly off her eyes as she giggles, her words soft on the wind, carrying along them to the eagle before she spreads her arms, leaning back and letting the earth grab hold of her once more, “Catch me… if you can…”She tumbles backwards out of the sky, curling into a tight ball as the world and sky spin and wheel around her, the wind pulling at her hair and clothes, for several long moments, before she throws her arms and legs wide, slowing her decent and nearly stopping her spinning, with a wrap of her arms she slowly turns to face the ground once more hearing the call of the eagle above her, but their was no time to waste on a look to see if he followed her concentration pitted on the approaching trees once more.Rather than crash through the trees again she lets her body angle up earlier, skimming across the tops of the trees at her full speed, her fingers brushing along the tops of the branches, a white mist rising behind her as the snow is flung into the air.The wind whistles in her ears as she rises, feeling the lightest brush of feathers and talons upon her back, taking the time only then to look up and backwards, laughing brightly as she sees the slightly whiter figure of the eagle winging slightly above and behind her.She laughs again as he calls out once more, banking sharply to the right and dipping out of sight into the forest, and the game was on.The sylph quickly follows the disappearance of the eagle, her own way made into the trees slowing as the eagle had, her ears open for the sound of the bird, as she makes her way in the direction she saw him move.Soon she finds herself looking for outside help as she searches for the Eagle, her hand resting lightly on the bark of a tree, her eyes closing for an instance before she grins and takes off in a new direction, to be rewarded by a soft call and the sight of beating wings through a break in the trees.She laughs softly as the eagle takes to the sky once more, her own legs pumping hard in the air as she races to catch up, Slowly she gains ground on the eagle till her own hand manages to brush lightly against the feathers of the majestic bird, grinning merrily even though she knows she caught him because he let her, The chase in and of itself was fun.

She blinks lightly as she looks around the sun beginning to set behind her, their games having taken most of the day and she sighs softly, her fingers working lightly in a spell as she warms the air around both of them.Smiling broadly to the eagle she pulls a cloud from its resting spot above them, the misty dew clinging lightly to her arm as she flattens it, then rolls it lightly, signaling the eagle could rest on it if he likes, the cloud and her moving to walk lightly over the forest, listening to the sounds of the day life moving off to rest.She speaks lightly to the eagle, speaking of mostly inconsequential things as the sun continues to lower, soft lights flickering on and off in the forest below as slowly one by one the stars begin to show their sleepy faces.The second moon rising slowly into the sky, its face mostly hidden in the shadows of its cowl, as it looks over its subjects. She lies back lightly on the air, watching the stars appear as they speak while moving ever onward towards the mountains, slowly the misty valleys approaching.She feels it is time to go, her spirit much returned by the game and the flight through the air, her eyes once again bright with life, she bids her farewells to the Eagle as he departs his cloud, the misty substance quickly dissolving, the sylph watching him fade lightly towards the mountains, a few last words slipping from her lips as she smiles “That was fun Boldar, Perhaps another time?”

With a soft giggle she turns, motioning lightly to the sparkling lights below her, smiling at the beauty as they start to rise, those pinpricks of light flickering in and out of existence as the ones in the center rise the fastest, spiraling slowly upwards towards her till the soft beat of their wings fill her ears, and softly caress her skin.She makes her way slowly back the way she came, lost in thought before at first one, then several other giggles informed her she was no longer alone.Turning brightly she grins the sight of her smiling sisters meeting her eyes, their arms wrapping lightly around her, their questions fill her ears as they slowly circle sky ward, the fireflies slowly drifting back to earth, their light no longer needed, but was greatly appreciated.The rest of the night spent among the company of the sylphs, their questions and their play keeping them up most of the night, and filling the clouds with the soft sound of their laughter, and their moans.

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