Seryna al' Lorne
Seryna walks the Tower in a tangle of emotions. It was exhilarating to finally be in the Tower after expecting it for so long. Yet now that she had finally arrived, the rules and expectations were weighty. Seryna felt isolated and missed her family, her younger sister mostly. With so many conflicting thoughts, she did not want to be alone. She completed her daily chores and walked the halls of the Tower. The Channeling Yard was tempting, yet one of those rules was that she was not supposed to touch the Source and channel. It was what she wanted to do, to test if she had any ability. Her mother's expulsion was large in her mind, causing her to wonder if she would be just as weak. She wished that there was some way of knowing.
The brunette searched for some people to speak with. As she approached a group of people some ways away, she saw someone remove boots and lick them. She approached close to the group, curious. What was this? It didn't seem to be a group of constricting rules, that was for sure.
"Hello." Seryna greeted the group, walking near to comfortably hold a conversation.
Seryna has dark brown hair, nearly black. It is long, descending in loose waves to mid back. Today it is styled in a Dutch braid and tied with deep grey ribbon. Her eyes are warm chocolate brown. Her skin is fair and light, speckled with brown freckles from brief exposure to the sun. The freckles are predominantly on her shoulders and arms with small smattering on her collarbone. The sixteen-year-old stands at 5'8'' and is of average feminine form. She is pretty, but is no great beauty. She wears no make - up and wears a single pouch on a grey ribbon tied close in her belt pouch. The pouch is stitched in purple, green and yellow flowers on sturdy beige linen.
"I am Seryna. I've only now arrived in the Tower. May I join you?"
Seryna worked to keep her expression calm but not stiff. She offered a pleasant smile.