
Name- Tove
Clan- Birch Clan
Gender- Female
Wings- She has almost dragonfly-like wings... Some say they are like stained glass, and dew droplets are dotted over them. They are pastel green. Her eyes are tawny, her hair jet black. She has pale porcelain skin, and she wears a Kingfisher's wing-feather on her sleeve. (Not her Gifting one, the tail-feather is more symbolic and special to her).
Age ( In moons )- 17
Rank- Lyf
Fae/Sprite- Fae.
Crush- Open.
Mate- Open.
History ( Optional )- She's not even sure. She brought up herself; she's very resourceful. Because of this; she's seen as an outcast.
The most memorable day that she's experienced was her Gifting. That day, the sun was beating furiously; even form under the thick canopies that blanketed the treetops. Tove still managed a gallant smile. This was mostly because since it was her tenth moon, she hoped fiercely that the others would finally 'accept' her as who she was, rather than brushing past her, hardly noticing they had torn her delicate wings. Unlike other faeries, she wasn't nervous when she flitted up to the Midsummer Highrock to receive her gift. She was proud. She was proud she finally had the chance to let her eyes meet the Crown's. Everyone fell silent when the Crown reached for a long, paper-thin parcel, carefully wrapped with a woven grass covering, and tied with a daisy chain. Tove had sombrely untwined the looping chains, tenderly opening out the wrapping to find a kingfisher's tail-feather. The only sound was her heart, or perhaps the gasps of the crowds; but Tove didn't know whether they were gasping in wonder or in jealousy. Each time she turned the huge feather in her twig-like fingers, the sun caught the royal blue streaks, and it shone like a lagoon in June. Every day since then she had treasured it; even the shrivelling chains and the weakening woven grass.
All she knew of her origins was that her mother had left her at the side of a stream, hidden by the towering reeds. She was swept up by a passing Lyf and taken away, and left in an oak tree. The oak is still her home. For this reason, she wishes to be a Lyf, and is still in bittersweet search of her saviour.
Other- Nice RP!


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