My Bright Morning
My Bright Morning (a.k.a. мое яркое утро)
My Bright Morning is a striking and ethereal figure who embodies the serene beauty and quiet intensity of the dawn. Her form radiates an aura of peace and purity, making her presence both inspiring and deeply comforting. She has the delicate, sylvan features of a fey: high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes the color of golden sunlight, and an almost otherworldly symmetry. Her pale, alabaster skin glows faintly, as though kissed by the first light of morning.
Her hair cascades in long, flowing waves of pure white, gleaming like fresh-fallen snow under the dawn sun. It shimmers as she moves, catching the light in a way that gives her an almost angelic appearance. Her dress, also white, is simple yet elegant, flowing like a soft morning mist around her lithe form. The fabric ripples with her movements, catching hints of golden and rosy hues from the dawn sky, as though woven from light itself. Around her waist is a slender belt of silver, adorned with charms in the shapes of sunbursts and feathers.
My Bright Morning rides a magnificent white stallion, its mane and tail long and flowing, as radiant as her own hair. The horse's hooves glow faintly with golden light, leaving trails of shimmering dawn mist with every step. The stallion's deep, intelligent eyes reflect her calm and kind nature, yet its imposing size and power suggest that it, too, can become a force of unstoppable brilliance if challenged.
When she speaks, her voice is soft and melodious, carrying the warmth of a spring breeze and the comfort of a quiet sunrise as well as a faraway accent. She greets all with a gentle smile, her demeanor exuding kindness and a desire to bring hope and blessings. She is known to offer boons of renewal and protection, whispering words of encouragement that echo with the promise of new beginnings.
However, My Bright Morning's beauty and gentleness hide a fierce power. When provoked or if her purpose is obstructed, her calm demeanor gives way to the blazing intensity of the dawn. Her body becomes a beacon of radiant, blinding light, suffusing the air with warmth and energy that can scorch those who dare to threaten her. Her stallion rears, its hooves striking sparks against the ground as her voice rings out like the tolling of a sunlit bell, commanding respect and submission.
As one of Baba Yaga's heralds, her arrival marks the beginning of an inevitable, unstoppable cycle. She rides with the dawn, her presence heralding change, often accompanied by feelings of awe and trepidation in those who behold her. Even in her association with the enigmatic and fearsome Baba Yaga, My Bright Morning remains a symbol of renewal, light, and the calm before the storm.
She was met by Myohn at dawn at the edge of Hofsa on the edge of the Heathmoors on the isle of Llywelyn. Myohn greeted her and she told him that she was a herald for "her". She offered Myohn a blessing, giving him the Mark of the Bright Morning. She took her leave and rode off to the west.
He is suspected to be one of the horseman figures that Tertius received from Boora Coven and buried at dawn.
Species
Children
Pronouns
She/Her
Gender
Female
Presentation
Feminine
Eyes
Golden sunlight
Hair
Flowing white
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Soft, alabaster
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