Into the System (Open)

[Celandine]

She was just an ordinary young woman in an ordinary world. A normal faun, who was a person beyond the legend of her mother, who had a mind, manners and decisions to make on her own. Here she was, ready to take on the world - and succeed!

This is, at least, what she told herself. Celandine Rameses (for sake of her new adventuring she had decided to use her birth father's name as her surname, rather than 'van der Aart' which would surely just attract too much attention) strode into the tavern of the merry town of Stonevale with the determination of a stubborn mule.

So far she had been in one tavern, and it had not been to her liking - too much rough and tumble and not enough good company. Thus, she had sought out a more quiet-side-of-town type of place, rather than the back-street one. Immediately she clocked the wide bar, the good lighting, the open plan space and nodded to herself. Walking quickly over to a corner she settled down and took out her knitting.

There she was, the daughter of Philomel the hero and noble courtesan, making her own way finally in the world. As soon as she began to purl and stitch a merry guitarist began to strike up a folk tune and music soon became the life and soul of the place. Celandine nodded and smiled to herself and began to form a lovely, long scarf.

It quickly came together and she felt relaxed, away from the expectations of her inheritance and her mother's kingdom. Stonevale was a small enough town to hopefully not have too many expectations of a young faun beginning out on her own. Her scarf filled the bench that she sat on as the bard sung on, and the minutes turned into hours.