#yaivai

[theperbcy]

My Maormer OC Yaivai as a mermaid for MerMay!

[noamuth]

Yaivai

Sea elf. White hair. Grey eyes. Scar across face and a deformed ear which she hides. Apparently previously a pirate, and not shy about it. Why anyone would wish to spend time away from solid ground, I do not know. I have no reason to trust a pirate, and she seems to have the same reservations about everyone else. At least she is fun to argue with.

[noamuth]

(continued from here) @yaivai

"Oh ha ha, very funny, Dal." She pouts and puts the mug down. "At least I know how to live a little, you're just an old grump." Truthfully, she didn't know his age, they were both elves, after all, and it's not like she had ever bothered asking. But Yaivai was the type who likes to get under people's skin, poke around and see what gets uncovered. She poked the same at their other equally cursed companions, though she got accused of doing it for her own amusement. "This drink, by the way, is the opposite of living, like something died in it."

"We are not friends. You do not get to call me Dal." No one has earned that privilege yet, the privilege of addressing him with the same nickname his brother had used. Dalamus frowns, unimpressed by her goading about his supposed age, but neither does he correct her. He is not old, but does not wish to be perceived as inexperienced--whether it is true or not.

Her comment on the tea, however, makes him smirk from under his hood. "Like something died, hm? Like your manners? Spoiled the tea before it even reached your lips. Or perhaps you simply do not have a palate refined enough to enjoy it. I am surprised you tasted it at all, the way you poured it down your throat."

[noamuth]

(from @yaivai just bein' silly)

The Sea Elf grumbles at the commotion outside her tent. This was far too early in the morning for her, it always was.

Too awake to get back to sleep, she unceremoniously rolls from her bedroll and pulls herself up, stumbling out of her tent like a drunk. Her hair was wild and her clothes wrinkled, but the bard didn't much care as she made her way to the fire, eyes squinting with tiredness.

"What the hells are you people doing? Can't a lady get her sleep?" She grumbles, the farthest from a lady there was. She slumps down, but upon seeing the kettle, makes to find herself a tankard or cup, looking thankful for something to wake her up.

She finds a mug, wipes the inside out with her shirt, and unknowingly pours herself some of Dal's tea. If she's being watched, she frankly doesn't care, and downs a full mouthful of the dreadful brew before a word can be uttered.

She smacks her lips and furrows her brow, then shrugs and takes another large gulp. "Anyone got some brandy for this?"

Just as Gale begins to stomp off, Yaivai comes stumbling out of her tent with all the grace of a drunken quaggoth, grumpy about her sleep being interrupted. Dalamus watches from under the hood of his piwafwi as she grabs herself a mug. Her lack of manners are unsurprising, given her clearly groggy and disheveled state, but the way she gulps down the tea is almost impressive.

He smirks. "Somehow, I believe if we had any alcohol, you would have sniffed it out by now." What he would not give for some Ulaver or heartwine.

[mouthofxarxes]

Meet Yaivai, my Maormer OC and wife. I will take any questions about her.