A gangling creature of potential (intro)

[half_faerie]

Tristran Thorn is seventeen and chiefly composed of elbows, adam's apple, and copious amounts of awkward. His hair is the color of sodden straw, his right ear flat against his head and almost pointed. His clothes are bright and a bit gaudy, like something a traveling player might wear. He is also the slightest bit damp. He has, after all, been

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[glacianbitch]

Karla has been sitting by the lake and watching the sky, and creeps almost silently up behind him. If he doesn't turn around, she'll tap him on the shoulder and murmur "Boo," in his ear.

It is Karla, after all.

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[glacianbitch]

She can't help it, and bursts out laughing.

[half_faerie]

He just stands there awkwardly, not getting it at all.

[glacianbitch]

She shakes her head at him and keeps laughing. "I'm so sorry," she says, not sounding like she means it at all.

[half_faerie]

"I... I think I may go inside now."

[glacianbitch]

She nods at him, trying to settle her mirth. "You do that. I'll be in in a moment."

[half_faerie]

"Alright." Once inside he will attempt to run as far away as he can from the crazed faerie woman.

[glacianbitch]

She just sort of watches him, her smile fading a little, but still looking amused. She'll probably find him later, just to check in. And probably will be less scary next time.