Mio
(I'm sure this chat will die like all the others. But, I just want to be someone who isn't me for a little while.
Standard rules. 18+ just for my own comfort's sake. Only really for curse words, though I'll be very sparse with them. And, maybe warnings for mentions of emotional abuse and other dark themes. I don't know, I'm winging it.)
He? She? Them? Whoever they were, they were quiet. They're a smaller build. Currently their blue dragonfly wings, three pairs, were out and drooped behind them. Their ears were tall and pointed, sticking out from a mess of long brunet hair, the front of which was barely pulled back into a bun while the rest was left down. They have multiple piercings, but simple silver studs and hoops adorn them; there is a cuff and chain which leads to one stud on the left ear. They have tan-ish skin for the moment, freckles dotting their entirety but sparesly. Their eyes are heterochromatic, the left green, the right a bright brown. While currently relaxed, the eyes are pupil-less. They wear standard brown work pants, and traveled yet well kept leather boots up their calves. Their pale green tunic top is baggy, and hangs from their person loosely. They've wrapped themselves in a green cloak, their wings magically sprouting through it. A set of silver oval framed glasses are sliding down their nose; thankfully a decorated chain would catch them at the strangers neck if they fully fall.
They currently rest by the lake, sat cris cross and reading a rather large book bound in green. Their brown shoulder bag to their right, a lunch sack half hazardly opened on top of it and spilling out its contents. There are several young ducks settled around them, fully used to their pressence as if they've been here for hours. No, they're fully familiar as if this person has visited this exact spot for years. And, the person doesn't even look up at the ducks as they hold the crust of a sandwhich idley out to the birds, letting them have at it straight from their hand.
