<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/8187092.jpg)</div>Name: Willow Ferntré (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13356735#msg13356735)<br/>Time:  Day 1 Afternoon<br/>Location: Gates<br/>Tagging: Open | Sam<br/>Notes/Warning: Trying to screw the doctor? Really think that's a bright idea?<br/>Extras: Color yellowgreen<br/><hr/><br/>"Ah, I see..." she just answered. It seemed to be some coming of age ritual, even if the guy seemed to be a bit old for that. Where Willow came from, the maturity rites happened somewhere around the 12th to 15th summer, depending on the persons well maturity. Here it seemed to be mixed up with something else. In Willows home villages there was no such thing as an organized education for everyone. Only the wise women or shamans, like her, had a kind of apprenticeship. And the rites for becoming a full member of that circle, well they surely did involve tests, but nothing she would call a party. And usually, they happened much later than reaching fertility. Most women became shamans in their late twenties. Willow herself, the youngest shaman in all (at least known) history) had passed the rites just a few days ago.<br/><br/>But who was she to judge? People liked to party, to enjoy life, so she could see nothing wrong with it. "So you say this is a place for such festivities, probably with all the rowdiness, this includes..." she added after a short look at him. While he might try to hide it under a cute first impression, Willow was rather good at judging peoples personality (a rather useful ability in her trade). "But something or someone on this island is sick and or suffering, and has called out for me loudly enough to draw me here. Do you have a kind of leader of this festivities, a chieftain or something similar?"