Akina had drifted into Phaendar during her seemingly endless wandering through Fangwood, exploring the deeper parts of her forest home. Using her heritage to pass through the denser or more dangerous parts of it without too much trouble; but every year she'd always find her way back to the little village since it was were her mother was interred. She'd drifted away from her normal group of Chernasado Rangers to learn more about the world at large and hunt down any and all types of goblinoids she could find.<br/><br/>This whole celebration used to be something she looked forward to every year, when she was a child; her mother would bring her out of the forest to attend and interact with others. The event would slowly broaden her horizons and gave her an understanding of the world outside of the Fangwood; it would also make a particular wanderlust grow inside of the young woman. She wanted to explore the world as a whole; perhaps it was time to get out of Nirmanthas and do that? She was fully grown, mature and more experienced than her years may indicate.<br/><br/>Now seeing all this festive atmosphere brought pained tears into Akina's deep green eyes as she walked along; a fur-lined hood pulled over her face and head. She always felt self-conscious about her strongly displayed elven heritage combined with a distinctive fey influence. The young half-elf did not involve herself in the activities in the village, she would just check through the market area to restock her pack and see if there was anything interesting or caught her eye.<br/><br/>Feeling eyes on her made Akina pull her cloak around her lithe figure a bit more, adjusting the fit of her camouflaged armor. It made her flush some as the chest squeezed her ample bosom down as she found the Taproot and pushed the door open to see what was going on in there; hoping to find a chance to rest.  It seemed like were all drinking, eating and now storytelling! The young woman quietly moved through the crowd and found one of the out-of-the-way table and sat down, resting a bit and pulling her hood back to show her smooth skin that was color of a fresh copper and long deep forest green hair that fell about her shoulders becomingly.<br/><br/>At first she'd refuse to give them a story, she had nothing she wanted to share with the rest of them. All of her "better" story was the turning point in her life since the memory was still fresh and crisp in her mind.