Lost Creek Hollow snow pheasant

Oh, since I was young, as soon as I could put a foot in front of the other.

Silvertongue was quite the conversationalist to quiet, shy Faun. The mention of the man, Sandulf, she quietly filed away to investigate later on.

When I began to walk and speak my first words, my sisters and I were put into a…ah..tournoi? A ceremony. Le tournoi de choix. I chose a flower, so I was to be a healer. An older woman took me beneath her wing, and I carry on her teachings now.