@stardustedstories LIKED for a starter... for Zahra! 💗
"You know I've... never actually spoken to someone that looked like me before..." Timon tilted his head, giving a small shrug. His skin was a light copper, his horns tall and twisted, his hair just a shade darker than his skin and his eyes black and curious. His kind weren't evil. They were misunderstood. They were maligned. All his life, Timon was expected to fail. And here was someone who seemed to be the opposite of that. Because she chose to be.
He was still learning. He didn't join the temple of Avandra to be 'saved'. He followed because he felt the goddess of luck would understand. At first he only needed help with a gambling debt here and there and praying seemed to work. Now... he knew it was because she was calling him into something bigger. Something better.
He was sweeping the main room of the temple of the Changebringer when Zahra walked in. He had spoken a few general pleasantries after being surprised at her appearance. He had been such an oddity in his small town, in his orphanage. Even when he as brave enough to travel Tal'Dorei he hadn't seen many, or those he did he was cautious of, ashamedly. Too nervous or too afraid of being disappointed or thought of as sheltered or childish. He was none of those things. Merely... unlucky. Or at least he used to be.
"You're an adventurer, yeah?"
