👦 - For Quinaeris: 9 years old. For Keynelis: 12 years old. For Calara: 10 years old. And for Idallia: 14 years old.
Quinaeris:
A young elf peeked out around their mother as she spoke to a vendor haggling for one thing of another their arms already loaded with a heavy looking basket full of produce though large blue eyes held a curious look as they inspected the other ladies around them, seemingly mesmerized by the swishing fabrics and twinkling gems the older women draped themselves in. Their own clothing was was sewn from simple linens the pants a bit too long and the shirt matching, made to be grown into though there was a subtle discomfort in their posture that even the bagging clothing couldn't hide. Still if anyone paid the child any attention they would happily greet the stranger with a smile and a soft "Hello."
Keynelis:
Keynelis was a gangling youth, much taller than most of the village children his own age he was still in that awkward stage of growth were his legs were too long, hooves too large to walk properly and his voice was just beginning to crack. Though he was covered in scuffs from tripping he also had faint bruises over his back and arms that seemed to peek out on occasion from his worn shirt, his head already seeming to duck down on instinct as he tried to hide in himself, his white hair long and dingy with dirt as he just seemed to be one who wasn't well taken care of. His young eyes already seeming full of sadness and self doubt, the reason why perhaps unclear until the slowly emerging pair of tusk that split his lips.
Calara:
The tips of two elvish ears would peek out about the counter of the bakery counter, a mass of red hair and two gleaming blue eyes inspecting the back for the owner before a small hand would dart out to grab as many cookies as they could hold, one already stuck in their mouth before a shout had them scrambling back and out the door with their loot, the girl was spry and quick to dodge grabbing hands, managing to escape into an alley way before she disappeared from sight all together.
Idallia:
The young teen let out a frustrated huff, slamming her fingers down onto the piano keys with a ear jarring clang, though she didn’t seem to hear it. Frustration darkening her cheeks as well as embarrassment "Why are you trying to teach me this I can't hear if I'm playing it wrong or not!" she hissed looking up at her elder sibling, trying to glare though tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes. Soon to be wiped away by her elder before they signed back to her with a gentle patience [Because you wanted to learn. You didn't mess up that badly, you just need to get the timing better.], sighing at the explanation she nodded, glancing at the little engineering device they bought to help her keep time she straighten "Okay..I'll try again."
Ah! thank you for the ask! @puppet-master-jihye these were a lot of fun to think about, while some of my characters are very different at younger ages some have always been into trouble *stares at Calara*
