A small female elf slips in silence from the shadows. She surveys everything
and everyone around her in silence, with her disconcertingly pale eyes and
shocking silver hair. She doesn't speak unless spoken to, as she is not sure
of how others will treat her. Sitting quietly at a table in the darkest
corner she drinks water and eats only bread or fruits. Growing bold by her
calm presence a small child asks her why her hair and eyes are so funny
looking. Smiling gently at the child she sits back and begins to tell her
tale...
"Tis hard ta begin at the beginin' when I do nae 'member it. So I tell ye
of what I know. I 'members a forest and then a road. Seems ta be I was
wakened on the side of the road but I am nae sure. I 'member being sick and
shaking lots, but I canna 'member why fer. I knows ever'time there be magick
used near me skin tickles likes a handful of ants be crawling on me. I think
was different looking afore but I canna 'member. Tis sorry I be fer nae being
able ta tell ye's more wee laddie but tis all I 'member." She sighs again and
goes back to drinking her water.

~~OOC~~
Mira was on a scout patrol when there was a sudden stampede of animals that
raced past her. She pulled her sword to prepare for battle only to get to
blasted by a harsh wind of Wild Magick. It changed her hair and eye color,
stole her memory, and dropped her on a roadside. She woke and not knowing
where she was began to follow the road. It led her here. A stop at an elven
village cured her of trying to find her clan or of speaking to strangers. She
will fight to save herself though she is not much of a conversationalist. If
she befriends anyone she fights to save them, and tries to be helpful. She
prefers to keep her own company but wants to belong to the group. She will
slowly gain her memory back but after the beating in the elven village she
first went to she is not likely to search for her family.