Reine Raan
The Dreamer
Dathomir
Reine looked around the village; her clan sisters at the Dreaming River were busy at work. Their stocks of dried meat were running thin, so they were preparing to go out into the wilderness on a hunt. The tall blonde stood to the sidelines, walking barefoot along the outside of their Shaman’s tent. Reine was a key instrument during their rituals, but today she felt as though she was getting in the way of her sisters. She looked out towards the river and smiled, the morning sunlight was reflecting softly off the flowing waters. With gentle steps upon the ground, she walked through the village, twirling a few strands of hair around her finger. She paused for a moment at the edge of the line of huts and looked back, it seemed that no one would even notice if she slipped away for a little while.
With eyes that were believed to be touched by the Winged Goddess, Reine was usually kept strictly to the village. Known for her ability to enter trances, and her nightly habit of sleep walking, her sisters coined her the title of the Dreamer. Reine giggled to herself as she took swiftly to the open landscape, following the sounds of the river. She could feel the morning dew that clung to the blades of grass, it felt quite refreshing and invigorating. As Reine walked down the pebble covered bank down to the river, her silvery blue eyes took in the splendor of nature. The magic in this place was strong, and she could feel the energy all around her. Reine approached the water and stepped very delicately into the river, letting it flow around her ankles. Her attention was brought to the woods on the other side; she’d only ever been as far as the river, and had never been allowed to venture beyond.
“The wind moves through the trees, and so shall I.” Reine said quietly to herself, having made up her mind. Today she would set out on an adventure all her own.
Reine looked around the village; her clan sisters at the Dreaming River were busy at work. Their stocks of dried meat were running thin, so they were preparing to go out into the wilderness on a hunt. The tall blonde stood to the sidelines, walking barefoot along the outside of their Shaman’s tent. Reine was a key instrument during their rituals, but today she felt as though she was getting in the way of her sisters. She looked out towards the river and smiled, the morning sunlight was reflecting softly off the flowing waters. With gentle steps upon the ground, she walked through the village, twirling a few strands of hair around her finger. She paused for a moment at the edge of the line of huts and looked back, it seemed that no one would even notice if she slipped away for a little while.
With eyes that were believed to be touched by the Winged Goddess, Reine was usually kept strictly to the village. Known for her ability to enter trances, and her nightly habit of sleep walking, her sisters coined her the title of the Dreamer. Reine giggled to herself as she took swiftly to the open landscape, following the sounds of the river. She could feel the morning dew that clung to the blades of grass, it felt quite refreshing and invigorating. As Reine walked down the pebble covered bank down to the river, her silvery blue eyes took in the splendor of nature. The magic in this place was strong, and she could feel the energy all around her. Reine approached the water and stepped very delicately into the river, letting it flow around her ankles. Her attention was brought to the woods on the other side; she’d only ever been as far as the river, and had never been allowed to venture beyond.
“The wind moves through the trees, and so shall I.” Reine said quietly to herself, having made up her mind. Today she would set out on an adventure all her own.