Beauty and Rage

[Flamebird]

Felicity had walked the fields with a strong sense of nostalgic sorrow. She leaned as she walked, her four fingered hand brushing the tall plants which towered above the grass. She knew the names of many of these plants. She knew how they could be utilized as many different kinds of potions. The fresh sent of cow manure, mixed with the clean air and dirt, was relieving.

The wind was gentle and soothing. Felicity looked up to see green leaves floating in the air, bending to the will of the wind's currents. She steadily walked in the direction of the leaves direction. The creek slithering and babbling in the distance, she slowly dropped her guard as she stepped through the weeds. Soon, she was in front of a mighty, sturdy oak tree. It was large, powerful, soaring in height…

Felicity found herself cursing the Monks, who set up such a tantalizingly bittersweet playing field. This was meant to be a battle, not a trip down memory lane! Still, her face was somber as she looked up again. If only she could cry like the far off stream. Only remembering where she was too well, she held her tears back. The sunlight was filtered between leaves of glowing light green. One leaf fell from the tree and towards her. Felicity reached out with her hand and caught it in her palm. She gazed upon it, noticing the small specs of yellow within the color's design.

Then, she heard the distant sound of hooves. Strange, it seemed closer than the cows behind wooden fences some distance away. Plus, her magic dense was alerting her. She blinked and looked towards the hill opposite of her. There stood the most peculiar creature - a faun.

She had purple hair. Apparently, it must be natural. She had sturdy horns, like a ram's, curled like they were a natural crown. She had a curved figure, with too little clothing for Felicity's taste. She had goat like legs, with hooves which were muffled in the grass and dirt. She carried herself with a sense of excitement and regal formality. Was she from a military background? Who knew?

She turned to the direction of the faun beneath the shade as the leaf flew from her hand. As the wind continued to blow, loose strands of her orange hair flew in her face. Pushing them back, she nodded to the opponent.

"Hey." She tried to smile. "I'm Felicity Rhyolite. And you?"

Her hand fell on the sword at her hip in a relaxed manner. She did not make any moves to pull it from her sheath.