#sarsacharacter

"Was I ever in love?" Sarsa repeated the question, glancing up and away for a moment before her eyes snapped back to the grey Mage. "Well..... Yeah I'd say I was. An altmer boy..... Back in high rock." She spoke slowly, as if it was difficult to phrase her answer. "I....I had to leave him when I left home. We still write to each other occasionally." She finished, staring intently at the ground in front of her.

Sarsa shrieked, not realizing that Leiffe was on her doorstep. A dark red blush coated her face, even making itself visible on her ears. She looked around frantically, trying to find something to cover herself, and settled to grabbing the sheets from her bed and wrapping herself in them. Leiffe had caught her changing into her nightclothes. She herself was just in her under clothes now, save the sheet wrapped around her body. Leiffe looked at her expectantly, and it dawned on her he was awaiting her response to something he said. She blinked, trying to figure out what he had said before she recalled it. "I'm uh..... I'm sorry that happened to you Leiffe....... Maybe you could give me a minute to get dressed and we could talk about it?" She stammered with difficulty, trying not to embarrass herself further.

Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?"Mmm. At this moment?? Yes I would say there are a few people I....uh....wouldn't mind kissing." Sarsa admitted, looking down at the floor. Back: Are you a virgin".......yes....." Was all the reply she gave, her eyes unreadable. "Anymore uncomfortable questions you people want to ask?"

Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?"I'm not sure what color of hair would look best on me, but I've always wished I had darker hair then I do now. Like a deep pretty brown instead of my natural brown color." Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?"Am I in love...?" Sarsa pondered the question for a moment. "No...no I don't think any infatuation I have now could be called love. More like unrequited crushes." Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?"Oh gods no. I never know what to do with children, especially babies. I'm always afraid I might drop them or something. Whenever a proud mother asks me if I want to hold their child, I always politely decline."

"Hmm. That's an interesting question. I'm not bold enough to say anything outright.... But I might drop a few hints and see where it goes," Sarsa answered thoughtfully.

Sarsa is actually a very bad cook. She tried to cook on multiple occasions when she was younger, each with more disastrous results, so she eventually just gave up altogether.

♒: Phobia Headcanon Sarsa doesn’t really have a lot of phobias, but she is very creeped out by drauger (I’m pretty sure that’s spelled wrong) and spiders. ☻: ‘Like’ headcanon Sarsa’s favorite season is fall. She doesn’t like how the leaves crunch under her feet when she’s trying to hunt, but she loves the weather, and the cool air. ☄: Weather Headcanon Sarsa is really fond of the rain. She would always get scolded as a child for going on and playing in the rain.