17th of Winter, 510 AV
Vanna sighed softly, crossing her legs while sitting on a rock next to the main street of Zeltiva. Her soft sigh was something she usually did before she started singing. It was interesting to watch the people go by with her big, violet eyes and even more so with one of your favorite songs stuck in your head.
She had her backpack close to her, it was quite heavy, which of course was because of her large tattooing set. This new art made Vanna quite proud of herself and her body, just because she thought it looked much more beautiful with tattoos on it then not. Vantha, the people she came from were not all that into tattoos, but she wasn't around them anyway, so why not.