The path was walked upon by this cloaked figure, small in stature at only 5'3", and from what could be seen without the hood being pulled back was her frail appearing, dark amber hand, holding her staff of oak, with its leather wrappings to protect her hands and its feathers falling from one end. Then her other dark hand moved and pulled that hood from her features, showing more dark amber skin,and a regal face with high cheekbones and a somber look, but what set her apart were the tattoos on her face, on her right side was a white mare, with head and forelegs above her ever changing eyes, and then the hindlegs and tail moved below her eye, the tail curling to look like moonmotes upon her cheek, on the left side of her face was an identical tattoo, but this one was a black stallion, a blue stripe ran down her forehead and all the way down crossing her red lips to end at her chin. The horses were Veiros and Deiros, the steeds that Tempus could be seen riding. Around her neck were black runes, on the front of her dark neck was a blue rune of protection. Then there was her hair, it was golden like most barbarians, bu there were streaks running through it, white in the front and braided with hawk feathers entwined, but those streaks darkened as you moved behind her, till you could see the bright amber streak at the back of her head. She let her hair grow to somewhere halfway down her back, the majority of it free, only those streaks of hair were braided. If one would watch while that cloak was taken off and placed to the side, they would see her elk skin vest, and the fact that her dark skin was tattooed down her arms, and perhaps under the tight vest. At her hip was a dagger with a curved blade, the hilt was quite unusual since it was made to look as though it was wrapped, but it was only good metal work. And the blade looked as though it were held in the jaws of a dragon, with its wings held out as the crosshilt. She wore an elk skin skirt on her lower body, with slits up to her thighs, showing her strong dark legs and the tattoos that line them, different designs and feathers of different sorts. Boots lined in cougar fur cover her feet and protect them from cold.

Nautinog is a strange one, she doesn't know how to admit she's pleased, other than to say it outright, and she noticed most people gave her odd looks for it, so she stopped, and now is thought to be stuck up or apathetic. Though she's not, she's just not as fortunate as some. She doesn't trust easily, having been hurt and taken advantage of too many times, mind you, just because she can't smile or laugh, or show pleasure, doesn't mean she can't show other emotions. She doesn't use magic, though it may seem she does, she uses her will to manipulate energy, and have it work as magic would, but not in the same way. Her forms of attack have less chance of failing than magic, because she draws from herself and her surroundings, so be wary if she takes you as a threat, though she most likely won't. She's a very peaceful person, on a mission to prove that her people can be educated, and to unite the different tribes of the north.

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