Thanks! ^^

Mercy: *with a small smile* I don't believe in keeping pets, but I'm always ready to make a new friend... especially with another stray like me.

Mercy: I would like that! Though, I must warn you that being in my company is not exactly safe. There are those who would see me dead.

One of this days I will commission you to draw Dryas. Mercy however seems like she has a lit of potential to be a deeply compelling character. I hope you have many opportunities to explore the facets of her character

I would be happy to! I can’t help but love the guy ^^ And thank you!

Nice! I dig the freckles and the magpie feather.

Thank you! ^^

Such a delightful name, Mercy Fenshaw.

Enedia: Feel free to come visit, or stay if you would like, for a while at least.

Mercy: *bows respectfully* Thank you both. If I did not bring havoc wherever I go, I would take you up on the offer.

Enedia: Bringing havoc wherever you go? You'll feel right at home at Earth.

Enedia...

Enedia: Trust me, you'll be fine. A little havoc now and then would be fantastic around my realm.

Somebody else who like spiders.

It’ll make her easy to play ^^

'Havoc' you say? What sort of havoc?

Mercy: *wincing* My half-brothers wish me dead. They will destroy anything in their path to get to me.

Why? Who are they, and what did you - or they - do?

Mercy: I know very little about them other than what they look like and their relations to me. To put it simply, I killed my father in self-defense. They seek to avenge him.

Should I delve deeper, or is there too much personal pain involved?

Mercy: *adjusting her grip on her staff* No matter if it hurts, not talking about it will not change what has happened. My father thought that I -a weak halfbreed- was a mistake and a blemish upon his bloodline. He killed my mother when I was very young and meant to kill me as well, but I escaped into the woods near our house. Druids found me wandering alone and took me in. Several years later, he returned to finish what he started. The Druids, who had become my family, were slaughtered like sheep. Something broke inside of me and I did the one thing I had sworn not to do while in their care: I killed a living creature. I killed my father. His sons have hunted me ever since.

*sympathetically...

It can't be just my own species sensibilities telling me your lifestory's 'balance' is terribly one-sided.

Mercy: *tilting her head to one side curiously* Balance? How do you mean?

One versus many. Taken far more than you've given.

Mercy: *gives a small mirthless smile* That is the lot of my kind. We are not meant to be here. Nature rebels against us.

Strange... I feel no such inclination, but then my own origins aren't entirely 'natural'. I'm well-versed around curses however, do please continue and explain if you feel able.

Mercy: *sitting* There is little else to tell. I keep to myself and keep moving. I do not wish to put any more lives at risk. One day I will likely need to put an end to my siblings, but I do not feel that I am strong enough yet. Until that day, I will keep running. *she holds out a finger for the spider crawling along her quarterstaff* What is your tale, good unicorn? Your people have not been seen in this realm in a very long time.

Like yourself, I'm also one of a kind, two beings in one with a path through life where one runs contrary to the other in some respects, though in my case a blessing but no less a responsibility.

Mercy: *lifting her gaze as the spider crawls across the back of her hand* And yet you speak of curses?

Other people's that is, both figuratively and literally. Perhaps 'burdens' is the better word. Twenty years later and it's still rather difficult to explain.

Mercy: *nodding in thought* I see. So you are blessed that you may help those who are cursed?

That is one such way of looking at it. There are several.

Mercy: *lifting the spider to a better vantage point on one of her horns* Which way is your way?

I am, mentally if not physically, half-human. This shape I wear and the race-awareness it holds be not my original one, but both elements complement and enhance each other in ways the creator hath not forseen.

Mercy: *lifting an eyebrow and holding out a hand to feel the air* Your magic feels as though it once belonged to the winds. A sylph, perhaps?

*raises eyebrows...

Do you know, it's never actually occured to me in twenty years to find out? Unless you mean fae magic. But the question of how so much power could be concetrated at once to imbue me for some thirty centuries hence, warping the time and fate lines with myself at the centre, that's never been properly answered.

Mercy: *shrugs* That is only what I can sense. I cannot say for certain what any of it means.

I only have a comparative inkling at this point. I would know more, but the Rules do not allow one to retain knowledge before its time, as it were.

Mercy: *confused* What rules are those?

The Rules that govern the workings of Fate and those who oversee it. Like magic, the power of fate is enhanced by collective belief. The human world that I came from has discarded both and decides for itself whether to believe - or not - in other things. Which in turn makes me more unique, as one who sees the bindings but is not necessarily limited to them.