Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Celeste Race Elf Attire Leather, Tribal-looking, beige tunic slightly low-cut, black pants, black cloak, beige boots Weapon Longbow upon her back , Dagger Sheathed near her right hip . Location Pynti-Peldot inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging DAAnyone. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. The poor human seemed, at least from what Celeste could only guess, at a loss of sorts. Well, it was only fair. They were all strangers in an inn -- one that was beginning to get incredibly cramped. The urge to have a panic attack then and there from her claustrophobia was desperately trying to work on dominating her body. Her head shook no slightly as she breathed in and out through her nose and mouth slightly. No no ... don't panic. Stay calm, stay calm ... Her eyes quickly closed as she let her memory drift back to home, remembering the good times and how it had so much more space. One last deep breath passed her lips as she got herself mostly under control, her eyes revealing themselves once again. It'd do, for now at least. Or so she hoped. Sure enough, Celeste had appeared to gauge the reaction of the exchange between the two humans correctly as the male stood up and addressed herself and Brynne both. His tone seemed more curious and distinctly paying much more attention to the human though. It was as if they were lost friends .. maybe more? Her head lightly shook. Again, not your affairs ... She scolded herself, glancing back to better gaze upon Vaemyr. A small smile managed to cross her face as she bowed her head politely to him. Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. The word 'honor' had made her cheeks darken slightly, feeling as if it were an almost unworthy compliment. But she wouldn't try to say he was wrong all the same. My name is --- That was as far as the elf scout and huntress got before the door opened again. Her arms rubbed her shoulders and in walked what seemed to be another human male. This one, however, was clearly a hunter like herself the bow and spear all but spelled it out. Her head tilted slightly upon the newcomer. How was he not an elf? While it was true humans were one of the most versatile races in existence, they often were more like Vaemyr, preferring swords and melee combat roles. To master the art of hunting, it generally took much time, effort, and patience. Ergo, more elves than humans took up these sorts of positions. But another thing Celeste noted was he carried much more than the two weapons with him. He had a commanding presence and so very much pride. It was easily detected in his voice and the way he held himself. In a way, Celeste couldn't help but admire that. She, herself, often didn't have enough of those traits. So to see someone who could easily display them ... it was a way for her to try to self-teach herself, learning by example and sight. And then, it dawned on her that she had come incredibly close to staring at the newcomer, finally addressing himself as Teemu. Catching herself, her gaze lowered slightly as she remembered that prior to his entrance, she'd been attempting to introduce herself to Vaemyr. I am Celeste. She finally finished, tucking a strand of light brown hair behind an ear, lightly tugging on her cloak to better cover her skin. Teemu had a good idea it was almost tempting to head up to her room and retire. But she decided not to just yet. Maybe soon, yes. But she would try to better the other skills that clearly needed improvement. Communication was definitely one. Shy as she was, Celeste knew that the trait couldn't remain with her forever. She was already two-hundred and twenty five. It seemed silly to still have a very childish trait within her and it was a long-term goal of hers. Eventually, she wanted to get rid of the rest of her self-deemed flaws that remained. There were definitely other goals, of course. But those were nowhere near in her immediate sight and thus would result in a much longer wait. That was fine with her though. Some things were definitely worth the interval.