A fuzzy-looking polar bear wearing a lavendar toga-style
dress stands here. Actually, she seems to flitter about a bit, as on
her back glitter a set of faerie wings, patterned in translucent gold
and purple. Her deep violet eyes flash a sudden bright gold as she
notices you, and her mouth forms a slow smile. Her shapely body moves
gracefully, and overall she seems like a cuddly sort of faerie bear.
Sometimes she carries a paintset around, but nobody knows where she stashes it.
She sees you looking at her.
Currently enamored of Flyte's feathers, Talia has changed!
A fuzzy-looking polar bear with deep violet eyes stands here. Something seems different, though. Instead of patterned faerie wings, on her back are bird-like wings of irridescent gold. Her one-shouldered dress seems to be made entirely of lavendar feathers, with matching cuff-like feather accents on her wrists. Straight out of the middle of her forehead grows a fan of feathers that match the ones in her wings, and her eyes flash a brighter gold as she sees you. Quite friendly and a lover of art to boot, she often carries around a paintset that is more often used on other beings than on canvas.
Talia is an artsy Charmthing who loves to make people laugh, unless it involves horrible puns, and loves to paint on anyone or anything that'll hold still long enough. She likes to tease sometimes, and LOVES to cuddle. She's toyed with the notion of joining the Fey Brigade, but mostly prefers doing her own thing. Sometimes she's a bit smarter than she seems, other times she throws away thought and just has fun. Don't we all do that on occasion? Well, with the exception of System, of course. ^_~
Alright, throw the comments at me, I can handle 'em! Although if you're gonna quote, at least make sure it's accurate mmkay?
The Puzzle is infinite and large, containing multitudes and endlessness, twists and turns. Somewhere ELSE, in a shiny twist, this happened:
She is writing it all down, her chestnut hair dimpling the surface of the Pool, her body narrating the words:
"Memories: the sun on your face, truth in your mouth, their hands on yours. A paper airplane and a bolar pear credulous at the strangeness of it. One looking just like the other smells. That is quite funny. Recalcitrant dingoes hedge their bets."
She stands up, looks at you, smiles, and body-sends "Hello again. I do hope you are all doing well," before going silent, walking to a vendor and body-sending for an Alizarin original.
She eats with pluck and grins as Squizzle skitters by, armed with a nut.
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