Her favorite location thus far is definitely out of doors. That's without question. Most often Marjara could be found enjoying the glades, perched on the edge of one of the pools and admiring the exotic flora around her, or treading through the crystalline water with her long, dark hair trailing behind her.
The beach is another experience altogether. She's never particularly minded nudity -- in a small, tightly-knit clan always on the lookout for attack, privacy was kind of at a minimum -- but the scale of this is a little daunting. She's less nervous when her holographic disguise projects an arm over the significant lack thereof for the time being. Once that feeling of initial unease has passed, however? She's happily enjoying a stroll in the buff down the water's edge, or engaging with the frella rays with a delighted look on her face.
It's a little strange, to say the least, whenever she gets a glimpse of her own reflection in the water. Gone are the distinctive elf ears, the vine-like tattoos that had covered the upper part of her face for all of her adult life. But looking like a stranger to herself is probably good, right? She's supposed to be undercover.
Singing Stones Ceremony, Closed
Night is just beginning to fall, and Marjara's finished her meal first, anxiously waiting on the edge of the ritual grounds. She's heard about this ceremony, one of the tests required to pass onward, and she's busily studying the 'magitech' stones that are supposed to be reading them for their particular brand of music.
What a strange sort of enchantment they must be under...
Marjara
Her favorite location thus far is definitely out of doors. That's without question. Most often Marjara could be found enjoying the glades, perched on the edge of one of the pools and admiring the exotic flora around her, or treading through the crystalline water with her long, dark hair trailing behind her.
The beach is another experience altogether. She's never particularly minded nudity -- in a small, tightly-knit clan always on the lookout for attack, privacy was kind of at a minimum -- but the scale of this is a little daunting. She's less nervous when her holographic disguise projects an arm over the significant lack thereof for the time being. Once that feeling of initial unease has passed, however? She's happily enjoying a stroll in the buff down the water's edge, or engaging with the frella rays with a delighted look on her face.
It's a little strange, to say the least, whenever she gets a glimpse of her own reflection in the water. Gone are the distinctive elf ears, the vine-like tattoos that had covered the upper part of her face for all of her adult life. But looking like a stranger to herself is probably good, right? She's supposed to be undercover.
Singing Stones Ceremony, Closed
Night is just beginning to fall, and Marjara's finished her meal first, anxiously waiting on the edge of the ritual grounds. She's heard about this ceremony, one of the tests required to pass onward, and she's busily studying the 'magitech' stones that are supposed to be reading them for their particular brand of music.
What a strange sort of enchantment they must be under...