[X] [gate] She waited to pass the Gate of the Sword. She felt particularly tiny and frail among the burly fighters there, but she knew it was her place. She would find hardy, genuine companions there, and fight bravely at their side. Honor is all. Chivalry is all.
[X] [horns] part of the leaved antlers that crowned her head.
[X] [gate] She waited to pass the Gate of the Staff. She felt dirty compared to those who knew of the healing arts, as she only knew of death, but she knew it was her place. She would find kind and understanding companions here, and bring some hope back to those who suffer. Life is all. Empathy is all.
[X] [gate] She waited to pass the Gate of the Staff. She felt dirty compared to those who knew of the healing arts, as she only knew of death, but she knew it was her place. She would find kind and understanding companions here, and bring some hope back to those who suffer. Life is all. Empathy is all.
[X] [gate] She waited to pass the Gate of the Cloak. She felt inadequate, knowing that the fae blood that was excited at the coming mischief would also stop her from saying even the slightest lie, but she knew it was her place. She would find cunning, charismatic companions there, and trick the foolish at their side. Guile is all. Shadow is all.