#somiza

      A tall, thin human man with tan skin and curly auburn hair leans against a larger man with dark brown hair and warm eyes, the two chatting absentmindedly as the evening breezes by. Two near identical half-elven girls sit next to them -- one with mulberry red eyes, the other’s more of an indigo-purple. The red-eyed girl finishes the last of her sister’s plate, while the purple-eyed girl faces the next little cluster of folks, telling them a story of some sort. 

      In the listening group are two older women; one a blue air genasi with a lightly floating ponytail, sitting poised and unnaturally graceful, the other a dark brown-furred tabaxi with white patches and piercing blue eyes, lovingly cuddling two children. The closest to her chest is a thin, pale young boy with soft grey eyes, and the tabaxi has her arms around him and the tiny sun-kissed girl in his lap, the only similarity between them being the freckles covering their faces. They don’t look much alike, but you get the impression the older two women are the children’s mothers, from the way they’re huddled into each other.

      In the next little cluster are two men, one you recognize. He’s much older now, but that one broken horn is a dead giveaway for Jester, his knees pulled up to his chest as he watches his sister perform with two other blade-dancers a few feet away. He has his tail casually wrapped around the young man next to him -- an asian man with dark marks around his eyes and blue tips to his hair, who’s currently focusing on trying not to blush up a storm at the gesture.

      Missy, grinning just as wide as you’ve ever seen her, dances around, twirling and tossing blades that glint in the sunlight. Her partners in this performance are a handsome tan-skinned human man with a slight stubble and blue-accented headband, and a half-elven man who’s golden eyes and hair and bronze skin make him look not unlike a sunbeam brought to life. They are quite a good-looking trio, especially when practicing this graceful routine… But, still, they pause every so often to get feedback -- a dark-elven woman with dusty purple skin and ice blue eyes watches from the shade of a nearby tree, calling out pointers and congratulating difficult catches. A little ways behind her you see a winged elf and a tiny fae flitting through the forest, laughing as they go, obviously up to some sort of mischief while the others are resting.

      Finally, back near the campfire is a final group of caravan-members; a halfling woman with red hair and a light dusting of freckles, a faun woman with striking emerald eyes, and a gnome woman with dark blonde hair and golden-brown eyes. The gnome mindlessly pets a giant female brown bear while she munches on scraps from the evening’s meal, chatting fondly with her two friends...

(The Tabaxi woman responds,)

Somiza: Hello darlings! It's lovely to hear your voices~ I'm doing rather well today, and yourselves? 

(The young freckled boy in her arms smiles, and the little girl bounces up and down excitedly, making her mother laugh,)

Cyrus: Oh, hello! I’m doing alright, I guess? It’s a little bit cold today, but my Ummi’s hugs help with that! 

Peia: Oh hiya hiya voice friends! I'm, ummm, good!! --Oh! Have you seen my uncle RoRo lately? It's been fooooorrreeevver, like,, ever. Can you tell him he needs to visit soon? Ummi misses him loads.

(The twin with purple eyes gives a slightly awkward wave as she looks around, before simply addressing the air,)

Myra: It's a nice day, so, good? 

(Her dark red-eyed twin rolls her eyes, and deadpans, before grinning deviously,)

Lea: Pretty good, before a bunch of disembodied voices showed up. Now? Absolutely horrible, obviously.

(the dark elven woman looks up,) 

Raena: ...I’m alright. Did you mean something specific? 

(The gnomish woman grunts,)

Lorilla: Oh, you're new, then. Fine, I suppose, I have the downtime until tonight to speak with you voices... I'm good, I was speaking with Vanessa and Moira here.

(The Faun woman next to her smiles and muses teasingly,)

Vanessa: I'm well. Would you like to discuss the weather next~?

(The man sitting next to Jester mutters under his breath,)