Character and Mythos
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The JoyBringer Angel
The air about her is light and airy, as if she radiates joy and delight from simply existing she seems to celebrate. Going about local markets and vendors, sampling all the smells and sounds of life. She adored mortals and their markets as she seemed to dance from stall to stall, one with good eyes would notice how her toes seemed to just float from the ground and gently land like a fallen leaf in the autumn, her feet merely wrapped in golden ribbons much like a beggars foot wrappings, a fancy slave of some sort perhaps? Yet she had no collar of any type...her frame was petite, almost as delicate as a china doll, as her fur of creamy colors swayed gently in the light, lavender would the the first color you would see in the candle light, and in the shades a cerulean blue in the shadows, though many would wonder why the light would trick their eyes in such a way.
She wore what seemed to be a light eggshell sundress leaving much to the imagination as the cloth covers her conservatively, no markings, not even stitching was seen, almost as if the cloth itself merely held her by its own will, to and fro it swayed, appearing to slip but remains stubbornly in place keeping her frail body hidden from wandering eyes, many young bucks would be disappointed should a breeze blow by to blow up her dress and it merely swayed to and fro, keeping its treasure safely hidden. The cloth itself seemed to be made from the finest silk any experienced merchant would see as it reflected and even refracted light as it would occasionally show various pastel colors of the rainbow in candlelight.
The feeling of an exhaustive laughter would creep in your face and fill your lungs should you approach her abruptly, your cheeks would ache with the need to smile, and simple things such as flowers or the smell of freshly baked market bread will enhance to almost euphoric levels. The world would seem brighter and happier as strange optimism and confidence fills your being, even for a brief while before she leaves your presence, the orb of light and joy fading the farther away she leaves you, leaving you in the state you were before you saw her, but an air of gloom would float over you as the joy you felt drains from you as soon as she leaves your sight, her laughter only echoing among the noise as she fades like candlelight in the winter.
