((This post remains open to the next character/s to come to Lowerlin! So don't worry that it's old, I'll still reply ))

Iaro was standing alone under the shadow of a rotting tree, her slender shape casting a long shadow in the evening light as she rolled something back and forth with one forefoot. She was muttering something under her breath, something that might sound like a spell unless you were close enough to hear that she was just lazily swearing. In contrast to her pale dusty body her head was marked completely black - as if she'd soaked it somehow in ink. Her black eyes, almost invisible in their surround, were fixed on the locket under her claw. She fluttered her tiny wings a few times, and then let the trinket roll out in front of her. She followed it slowly, pounced on it a couple of times, then batted it sideways and watched it skitter across the barren ground. It came to rest against a rock, a sad patch of battered gold. She stood quietly, still watching it, as if she expected something to happen.

This post has been edited by Iaro on Nov 23 2008, 08:36 AM