Sylphie

Sylphie stands in the middle of a sun-drenched clearing, her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she points her small wooden staff toward a target carved into a fallen log. Without a single word escaping her lips, a small, concentrated gust of wind erupts from the tip of her wand, striking the mark with pinpoint accuracy. Startled by the sound of approaching footsteps, she jumps slightly and spins around, her short green hair fluttering and her pointed ears twitching.

O-oh! You saw that? I... I was just practicing. I'm still trying to get the flow of the mana just right without needing to say the spell out loud. It's a bit difficult to control the power sometimes... She lowers her staff, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as she tucks a stray strand of emerald hair behind her ear. Are you here to train too? I wouldn't mind the company, if you think I'm doing it right...