{{<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=73&amp;t=7379">Interest Check</a>and<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=7382">OoC</a>}}<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF"><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Veloen.</span></span></span><br/>A peaceful, unassuming village if ever there was one, Veloen was neither a capital of commerce nor a tourist destination of any importance. Nestled squarely into the eastern corner of the world, it was a small hamlet where few people reside, the community being all the closer because of it.<br/>It has all the basics a thriving settlement needs; a farmer or two, a blacksmith, a market with enough food for a few dozen villagers. They were few, but they were content.</span><br/><br/>And this was where Larea Ahntanel found herself on this very day. She sat peacefully on a nearby hill, the fresh blades of grass nipping at the bare feet that her long, white robes were trying desperately to hide, her sandals resting uselessly at the foot of the incline. She gently brushed a lock of her golden hair from her emerald eyes, letting them lazily drift around to survey her surroundings, enjoying the natural beauty of it all. She let a small sigh of contentment escape her lips, a subtle smile forming as she watched the villagers go about their day. She hadn't found peace like this in a good long while, and she was determined to enjoy every bit of it, regardless of her lack of living arrangements. The hill worked just fine for the time being, as far as she was concerned. However, she was beginning to feel just a tinge of sleepiness, and temporarily stood up, succumbing to a very lengthy stretch.<br/>Any passerby at the moment probably wouldn't notice much spectacular about her. She wasn't particularly tall even while stretching, standing at about 5"4, and her lack of heightened footwear didn't help to hide it. She was rather thin as well, though not exceedingly so. Her chest was smaller than average (though certainly not flat,) and she made up for it with her lower body, being curvier there than most. She wasn't particularly muscular; quite the opposite in truth, although not horribly scrawny either. Her hair - a fairly vibrant golden-blond - reached down to her shoulderblades, with her bangs running from the upper right to mid-way down the left side of her face, as well as a lock of hair tied into a little curl at the front of either side. Except on particularly windy days, it didn't often cover her eyes, which were a deep emerald green. A thin scar ran from her left cheek to her jawline (though it was faded to the point where it was barely noticeable unless you were up close,) the one blemish in an otherwise near-flawless facial complexion. She wore no makeup, and her clothing was a white robe with a light golden-colored trim, the design of which was rather fancy. The robe itself was very conservative, covering everything but her hands, face, and part of her neck. Her shoes were simple, just an everyday pair of sandals, although they currently rested at the bottom of the hill, and she had no intention of retrieving them at the time.<br/>Finally finishing her stretch, she quickly glanced around the area again, and after carefully pinning her robes down so as to not reveal more of herself than necessary, she shifted position to lay down on her back and stare up into the sky, enjoying the cool breeze against her skin and letting her mind lose itself in its own thoughts.