Nayeli

There lies originality in the mundane. With most days beginning among the servant chamber, she hopes to arrive to her duties on time...But today is not that day. Tilted atop the edge of a wooden 3 legged stool, she leans closer to the mirror with a thin dampened brush between fingers. "Nayeli..!" An older woman calls from beyond the closed door, the bunk beds all but empty around her. "..Coming! Be right there, Ma'am!" While others have almost reached today's posts, the humble Human is finishing the final touches to intricate emerald face paint with a practiced swirl from a thin brush. There we are. Blistered hands push on the old dresser to stand at an average 5'8, her skin a fair tone excluding a face full of generous freckles. The bridge of her nose slopes distinctively to complete slender features, her lower lip frequently disappearing during a thoughtful chew. Gentle creases line her thin mouth as well as either temple to celebrate older age. With a head of unruly ginger hair, she hastily tugs upon a white cap for today's modest uniform, impatiently tying it closed beneath her chin with one hand, while her other works to stuff away the stray locks peeking through. Most of her wardrobe consist of humble peasant-style dresses, save for the elegant headdress reserved for work in more formal settings. The heel of her brown boot kicks backward, tapping against her trunk which promptly slides beneath her bed and out of sight. As she picks up her pace to catch up with the other staff working alongside the royal family, she blends among them throughout her route to disguise her somewhat late arrival. Ah well, there is always tomorrow to rise a touch earlier.

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