Description and Background
Bianca was a small young elven woman who was just coming of age, shy at best, and some had even described her as mousy. She was pale from long hours spent in the shelter of the deep woods where the sunlight only sparsely shone through the thick canopy.
Her clothing was homespun but well made giving one a homey impression of her on first site. It was the black, wide brimmed hat that made her pale features and striking golden hair stand out.
She had long slender strong hands of an artist as well as an almost haunted look in her eyes. He hair was worn long and allowed to fall freely to frame her face, naturally straight and well cared for, it still looked more practical than stylish.more...
Bianca Dewslinger had been born to what passed for a common family by the standards of Elven Society. Her family worked and lived a moderately middle-class lifestyle, neither noteworthy or unexceptional. That was until one morning, while outside, sitting and playing with the frosty Autumn leaves, she mentioned how cold she was, and giggling playfully, she thrust her finger forward quite by instinct and started a brush fire. Everyone, including Bianca, was shocked and horrified.
Luck would have it that Eduardina Starfallen was passing nearby, and saw this happen. Keeping a cooler head, the woman walked over, summoning water to douse the flames. Eduardina was the local spiritual leader, and head of The Sisterhood of the Twilight Eyes, a Coven wrapped in ancient traditions centered around the Goddess Beith and a blend of Nature and Ancestral worship.
Recognizing the gift that Bianca had, she calmed her panic-stricken family and asked to take her on as one of her numerous apprentices. Bianca remembered little else from the coming years. She was introduced to the school soon after and would find herself ever more isolated from her family as they grew to fear her, and yet, those within the training of The Sisterhood itself welcomed her freely and without judgment.
When she was about 11 on a stormy afternoon when she received news that there was an accident while she was on a learning retreat with the potential initiates, those who remained of the original 30 some odd girls from the apprentices who now numbered only 4, and were being considered for initiation into the Coven. She received word her family was dead, her village had been struck by a tornado, and her family home destroyed. She remembered being numb for days. She barely ate or slept, but only after the urging of her sisters, she began to pray and meditate. There she found comfort and had continued to do so sense.
The otherwise shy girl was openly devout about her strong faith in both Beith and the Covenants of The Sisterhood of the Twilight Eyes. It was this past Spring, the year 2021, that she had been chosen as the sole girl from her childhood companions, to be initiated into the Coven. Her natural talents and undoubted faith in the Coven's edicts had made her an easy choice among the Witches of Woodstock, where the Central Coven resided. She had been brought forth, bare of all worldly possessions and anointed before 101 witches in the Sacred Grove, in the heart of The Moonmyst Wood. The High Priestess, Eduardina, herself had painted the runes of faith upon her bare skin as the rituals were performed.
The final part of the ritual was the most important. Eduardina handed Bianca a long straight staff, cut from a Willow sapling. This was the moment, either she and the rest of the sisters would see if the goddess accepted her or not into the Coven. As she grasped the staff, she was overjoyed to see the straight staff twist and knarl into a crescent shape on top, not unlike that of a shepherd's staff, but much more organic and knobby as if it had grown that way to mimic the moon. Bianca triumphantly walked over to the pile of wood, and thrust the butt of her staff into it, channeling her magic from the ritual through the staff and setting the bonfire ablaze. Her Sisters... *her* sisters, cried out in celebration and welcomed their new Coven Sister into the circle among shouts and calls of joyous horns, pipes, bells, and drums. The rest of the night was one of celebration and welcome and would serve as one of Bianca's fondest memories.
She had recently been charged with the mission of heading north to check on one of the rumored sacred sites far over the mountains. The details were scarce, but Bianca had been sent with two of her more senior Sisters in investigating. They had faith in their goddess and their ancestors that they would find the Site, and be able to rededicate it to Beith and establish the grounds for a new coven in that region. Now... here she was, on the cusp of the unknown, looking down on the rolling grasslands from the mountain pass, holding hands with either of her sisters as they began to chant a song of welcome as they descended toward their future, the sounds of fairybells chiming on slender ankles as they strode forth...more...