<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/ca/15/4cca15742e0471901f0b7eae01de1f21.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dafina Forestbreeze (https://dicecloud.com/character/nFvYa6qH5wWZTEAeq/Dafina-Forestbreeze-Fin)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23 -<strong>AC:</strong>12 (17 w/Shield)<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 2/2<strong>SP:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158338) on my Wisdon Save.<br/><hr/>Dafina was still scanning the horizon when Flagrim declared he would protect Drip and the group pulled ahead and in the direction of the bonfire. She opened her mouth to utter a warning. But closed it again. The Feywild had a sort of a pull. And often times no matter how you warned people, they simply would not listen. On the other hand, the news of Drip actually having a bounty on his head in the Feywilds was not a good one. For however picturesque and frolic-y the Feywild seemed, it could be a very, very dangerous place. Deadly so! And knowing Drip, even for the short amount of time that she did, he seemed capable of pissing off all the wrong, or right, folks to warrant a death bounty on his head.<br/><br/>As the group came ever closer to the bonfire Dafina started to look around for Buxonia's familiar form. She still wasn't too sure it wasn't the horny nymph to pull them to the Feywilds. Her whims were wild and unpredictable. And she rarely took heed if her booty calls were otherwise engaged. If she wanted to frolic, her chosen one had to oblige in an instant. Dafina had been in a heated confrontation with a pack of arctic wolves, when Buxonia had pulled her to herself for a week of lusty passion. Often times after their encounter Breeze wondered would she had survived, had it not been for her own mysterious conception and parentage.<br/><br/><strong>"Where have you brought us!?"</strong>Rayena's reproachful question pulled Dafina out of her musings in time to see some of the children run off to join the fairy circle.<br/><br/>A stormy cloud crossed Breeze's face, before she composed herself and plastered her usual cheery air of whimsy.<strong>"As I said... however flattering it is you thinking me powerful enough to bring us into the Feywilds. This is not my doing!"</strong>She answered as Rayena ran off after her children. Dafina tilted her hair, listening to the bustling music. She could feel the pull and recognized the appeal. While it was true that during her stay in the Feywilds she and Buxonia had mainly stayed in the nymph's lair, they had still attended one or two of those fey shindigs. Dafina knew well how intoxicating they could be and the sex after them had always been extra mind-bending. The faerie folk sure knew how to have fun.<br/><br/><strong>"Falgrim, Mae, keep an eye on Drip, will ya. I have an acquaintance who might know how and why we got here. It's a long shot, but let me see if she's around here. Or if I can find someone who knows of her."</strong>Following Mae's advice Dafina touched her forehead, uttered a few words, and a mark in the form of a crescent boline knife (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/81/e9/cd/81e9cdfafb6e211226ff893ee800232f.jpg) appeared between her brows.<strong>"I'm gonna go mingle. Keep your wits about ya. I think we all know this place is not to be taken lightly, aye!"</strong>And with that the herbalist was lost in the mass of dancing fae.<br/><br/><strong>"Buxonia, my horny willow! Are you about!?"</strong>Dafina called in a sing-song manner as she twirled and danced through the faerie circle.<br/><hr/>OOC<br/>Even though Dafina saved against the charm effect, she is still kind of joining the dancing circle in search of Buxonia. Even if it might be a long-shot.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Profile</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Dafina Forestbreeze<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Air Genasi<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Wild Magic Sorc<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: (~4)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Red-head: Need we say more!</li><li>Exotic Allure: Dafina has an exotic magnetism about her that draws people in.</li><li>Windswept: Breeze always looks like she'd been waylaid in the best possible way in the bushes by the side of the road. Or maybe like she was the one doing the waylaying!</li><li>Lush: The girls are always poppin'!</li></ul><strong>Personality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>"Stop apologizing for me!": Dafina doesn't mince words.</li><li>Bulldozer: At first you think she just doesn't know how to read a room. And then you realize, she can! But she does the elephant in a china shop anyways!</li><li>Whimsical: Wild and unpredictable. Chaos incarnate!</li></ul><strong>Background: (~ 5)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Me nan, a consummate romantic, and a herbalist goes to gather herbs in the woods by the moonlight. Encounters a spirit being. It swallows her whole. She wakes up in the morning in the forest none the worse for wear. Soon enough finds out she's got a bun in the oven. Mum's born nine months after. With apparent air genasi traits.</li><li>Mum, with no romantic bone in her body, but as good an herbalist as nan, already pregnant with me by some rando who split before he could even realize he was a father, goes into the woods to gather herbs by the light of the moon. Doesn't encounter any spirit-y figures. But passes out in the forest none the same. Morning comes and she appears none the worse for wear. Like mother like daughter.</li><li>Nine months or thereabouts I come into the picture. With air genasi traits. Just like mum. And, apparently, grandda.</li><li>I get my magic and with the first few spells I cast, we learn the consequences of mum's lil nap in the woods.</li><li>By the time I was like sixteen mum split, leaving nan to raise me. And if I took one thing from her, aside from the herbalism craft, it was that romantic notion of that one fated companion we each apparently get. Wouldn't it be real neat to meet that person, fall madly and passionately in love. Only, instead of settling down, just go adventuring the world over together. I <strong>am</strong> an air genasi as well after all. It is not in me to put down roots.</li></ul><strong>Sexuality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Topping from the bottom: Who says you can't top from the bottom?!</li><li>Passion's Bright Fury: She will pour every bit of passion into you. Until you can't anymore!</li><li>Let me see you: Wild hearts can be tender too.</li></ul></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thumbs</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1swQAPBG_kg-Qzg_NthAXxI3tcC4i1Zsb)</div></div>