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She wears her blond hair up in a high ponytail with fringe bangs framing her face. Her bright green eyes hold the hint of mischief and smiles. Her clothing is bright colored and whimsical. She two scarves around her neck and has two more tied around her waist. One around her neck is a turquoise blue, and the other a bright pink. A purple scarf and a bright green scarf are the two around her waist. This is on top of her buttercream with a touch of a pale pink outfit. She carries a fiddle in it's case with her. Her ears are longer than a humans and pointed. She is graceful and charismatic. Her lithe appearance and strong, bubbly personality come through strongly. She has a full back tattoo as well. This tattoo is only black, but it features a pair of butterfly wings across her shoulder blades and many spirals, swirls and stars fill out the rest. To her they tell a story.

She greets just most with smiles and laughter, though at times this is just a show. She loves to perform, both her fiddle and dance. She uses her skills to form distractions to help others get away before talking her way out of situations. She is mostly carefree and travels, giving in to her wanderlust. It is hard to tell when she is serious about something because of her very care-free, happy-go-lucky nature. She adores colors and wears them all the time.

Ithylia was found orphaned in a small farm stead by a group of traveling Varisians as a three-month old baby. It looked to all who saw that the farm had been raided, and all the workers slaughtered. Ithylia was hidden, stowed away asleep and quite. It was luck that she started to cry hungry when the Varisians were near. They did not realize at first that she was a half-elf and took her in as one of their own. It was several months later before they realized she was different. By that time though she was one of them.

Ithylia was taught to play the fiddle and to dance and when she was old enough, to be a distraction. She would dance, perform and otherwise distract people while other members of the family took care of business. Her family also taught her how to use one of their favorite weapons, a bladed scarf.

When she turned 16, Ithylia decided to strike out on her own for a while, to grow. She left knowing she was always welcome to return. After being on her own for about three years, She came across a group of Shoanti who let her travel with them. She had been traveling with them till recently. When she expressed her desire to branch out again, they directed her to Sandpoint, mentioning it as a hub of activity. She remembered her family had told her of a family friend that could help her out named Jubrayl Vhiski. They had said he could be found at the Fatman’s Feedbag in Sandpoint. WIth plenty of reasons to head to Sandpoint, she headed that way. Ithylia took her time making it there, going at her own pace and seeing the sites along the way.

It was dark, with a fire for warmth and light, clear starry skies made this night a traveler delight. Wagons were parked and situated for the night surrounding the campgrounds. Occasionally the sound of a snore or an animal interrupted the music that filled the air.The music was soft, and melodic. It was like a lullaby was being played, or maybe even a serenade. Perhaps it was a serenade to the moon. Alone she stood, eyes closed entranced in her song as she played for herself and the moon. The rest of the caravan was already asleep, prepared to make an early start in the morning. They had a long day of travel ahead.

As the fiddle sang it’s story, Ithylia lost herself to the music. She had joined the Merchant Caravan in Nybor after hearing that one of their destinations was Sandpoint. They had stopped a week ago in Wyrtle to pick up furs. Soon she would be to Sandpoint. Her family had told her of an old family friend there. She had been drifting her way towards Sandpoint since she had left her family years ago. She had taken her time, wanting to see the land that made up her beautiful home. Soon she would be to Sandpoint, soon.

Letting her bow draw the final note, she let it dissipate into the air. With a smile she, lowered her fiddle. Her private concert over.

”Soon”

Once there, who knew where her wanderings would lead her.