Girl's features tensed momentarily, before her gaze followed across the table and down, to where man's hurting hip would be.

"I have a gift of restoration. Could rid you of the pain, change away the damage. Sometimes I can even mend scars."

Showing her hand and opening palm she released what looked like a small golden butterfly, or a moth, that fluttered wings silently above the table, before travelling downwards. There were two more that followed, and a couple more, all reaching Albert's leg and dissipating in a soft, cold glow that touched his skin.

Dawn looked down at the table with an expression that was difficult to put a finger on, while man's pain tingled, gradually fading away. Strangely enough, he also felt an odd feeling of nostalgia coming onto him, and the mended parts felt a bit uncomfortable heavy, if only for a moment.

"Should it be it, now."

She nodded, turning to see their meals being brought to the table, as the remnants of strange glow disappeared.

She was sitting with eyes closed for a long lasting moment, furrowing eyebrows as the previous encounter with an unwelcome stranger spoiled her good mood. How could this well-dressed man be so dismissive of her earnest inquiry?..

When door opened, inviting soft breath or air and the hearth flames flickered, Dawn was woken from her reflective thinking and turned head to glance at the limping man. She met others who would be blessed — if one views such a thing as a blessing at all — by fae blood, just like her, and something in stranger's manners stood out to her, if not the hue and tone of his hair. Girl's bleak eyes watched as the newcomer spoke to the hostess, soon more focused on the apparent discomfort with which he moved.

What was more surprising, however, is when the stranger approached and soon Dawn found herself in his company. Covering the tiny golden mote in her pale hands, unable to completely remove a worry from her expression, she still replied, remaining otherwise calm,

"The road is only my own, I've yet to meet one who'd be willing to share it with me."

The young woman, late in her teens, yet apparently spared from most visible discomforts of the changing age, gave Albert her smile and a small nod.

"I am Dawn. I appreciate your kindness, and perhaps was too quick to judge the locale.."

Her head tilted a little and positive expression changed for that of fleeting concern.

"Impolite it be, you seem to be struggling — I could try to take care of this, as a gratitude, at least."

QUICK STATS
Name Dawn Quartz
Age 18 years old
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Serenian
Height 5'2"
Occupation Wandering mage
Residence N/A

IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description

A young woman with pronounced fae ancestry features of porcelain skin, light brown hair, and bleak amber eyes. She stands at shorter than average height and has a skinny, almost gaunt build. Her posture and movements are somewhat awkward and shaky, though not to a point where this would immediately draw eye or inconvenience her in daily life.

Dawn is wearing thick white robes with warm orange scarf. Despite travelling on foot and any potential misadventures, girl's clothing never seem to get torn or dirty.



Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/avishy/art/If-I-could-become-your-light-359836124

Personality

Dawn is a friendly individual, civil in her interactions with people, if somewhat odd as she doesn't seem to always read situation well. She is used to being cared for and reacts poorly when someone won't do that, making some believe that such a spoiled youth could only come from noble upbringing.

Young mage is an egotist at heart, but despite this prefers to help others with what she knows and tools she has. As long as people around her do not cause senselees chaos and suffering, Dawn is even willing to co-exist peacefully around criminals and other mercurial personas.

Still, while usually well-meaning, she is quick to anger and tends to hold onto grudges. Sometimes it might even mean that a single act of cruelty on her ally's side will be met with hostility. Dawn is only willing to put up with things and individuals she doesn't like if she knows that it is a temporary need.

Magic/Abilities

— "Golden Moths": Dawn's magic allows her to manipulate the esoteric element of light, which manifests in a form of glowing moths. Besides providing illumination, they possess several unique properties, such as being able to carry things and heal other people;
   

Spoiler

- Moths form over time, usually up to a dozen at most, unless Dawn is actively concentrating on summoning them. These moths are elemental envoys, able to follow mage's will and differenitiate between themselves and the rest of the world;
   - Despite their appearance, moths can influence the world physically, carrying objects and even people, thought they lack precise control, such as wielding weapon or performing a complicated task such as writing with a pen. Moths are somewhat resistant to damage, but aren't meant to withstand active assault;
   - The element that moths are created of is no mere daylight. It manifests as a cold, pale glow that warps the time where moths gather. Dawn is able to focus her intent and direct them to perform a variety of magical effects, such as slowing, stilling, or quickening flow of time. With enough effort and concentration, she is able to achieve greater and more esoteric results, for example to see distant places and people, transport herself along the flow of light, or reverse inflicted injuries by rolling time back. Due to the nature of her powers, even though she is just starting to realize the implications of holding it, Dawn is hesitant to share the exact nature and extent of her abilities with others;

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Relationships

Dawn has a strained relationship with many people back home, excluding her old father, for few are willing to accept a combination of her disinterest in mundane life and shallow idealism.

History

Dawn was born in the province of Northwatch into a family of lamp-maker. Since early years she was used to the cold of the land, but her father made sure girl wouldn't stay hungry for even a single day.

As she was growing up, Dawn developed into a young woman, but either it was lack of mothetly figure or the effect of her particularly pronounced fae heritage, mentally this child resisted all attempts of the life to form her into a mature person.
Dawn spent years of her youth reading books, enjoying company of the friends and neighbors, and pondered the nature of the world, yet denounced mundane matters and responsibilities.

Old craftsman couldn't blame his only daughter, and was almost ready to accept that she will never experience genuine living, if one cold morning he would not discover Dawn sitting at the front door, surrounded by glowing lights. Miracle of magic seemingly awakened girl from her daydreaming, and soon after Dawn told her parent that she wants to see the world as it is, setting out to travel across the lands.

Currently Dawn is wandering the roads of Jadenshine province...

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