Name: Iva.
Gender: She | her.
Age: Not young and not old.
Orientation:
Scent: Seaweed, musk, river water.
Size: Slightly over #10.
Voice: Maquia.
Music: OST - Haha to Ko.
Set: x.
Diet: Vegetarian.
Alignment: Neutral Good.
Playlist: x.
Personality type: INFP.
Inspirations: x.

"The light of the moon father descended to the river bottom and gave birth to a pearl..."
Iva was the daughter of Weeping Iva and the Moon. She was as beautiful as the night and as cheerful as songbirds in the daytime. Iva knew no sorrow. She grew up surrounded by love, care, and understanding. Over time, her mother braided her hair into plaits and they grew so long that they reached the ground. Iva's mother gave her two forms of existence. After drinking water from the river, Iva would transform into a faun and roam the forest in the form of a doe. The rest of the time, she remained a girl clad in fish scales. She enjoyed spending time with the frogs, for they were the best gossips in the whole pond. Iva didn't end up in the enchanted forest by some magical means. No. She grew up there.

In her elf form, Iva was short, about 1.60 tall. Her long braids, tied with green ribbons, cascaded to the ground. Her face was adorned by freckles. In the forest, she mostly appeared as a doe. You could recognise her by the long willow branches that grew instead of antlers, ears she got from a mermaid, an the weeping mask. In this form, Iva loved to run through the forest with Debbi and jump across the stream. Her favorite activity was looking for fireflies.

Despite being a forest entity, Iva had a deep phobia of spiders. She was afraid of them with every fiber of her being. You could easily tell when Iva was nearby: lilies of the valley bloomed around her hooves, their petals glowing faintly with silver light. She moved softly, barely leaving a trace, as if the ground itself bent to cushion her steps. Her voice was quiet: she always spoke first to those sitting on her back. Yet sometimes in the evening mist, you could hear the far off echo of a song fragile and wistful, like a breeze through reeds.

"Who are you?" - asks the Stranger.
"I am a willow's reflection on the water," - she answers.
She often said that she didn't see — she felt. The world revealed itself to Iva not through her eyes, but through scent, through sound, through the way the wind touched her skin. Perhaps that's why she always listened first. And only then did she speak. Rarely, but precisely — like the splash of a stone in still water. She had a habit of tilting her head slightly when she was trying to understand someone's words. Not out of confusion — but out of care. As though, in those moments, she was listening not just to the voice, but to something deeper. Something hidden behind the words. And perhaps that was why so many trusted her with things they wouldn't dare say aloud. It wasn't what she said. It was the silence she offered.

The moonlight sank through layers of dark water, past sleeping fish and swaying reeds, until it touched the riverbed. There, where silk met stone, a pearl began to form – not of sand and nacre, but of light itself. The Weeping Willow leaned her branches low and wept, and each tear that fell became a thread binding the pearl to the world above. When it finally surfaced, it was not a pearl at all. It was a child.

Her mother's gift was twofold. One sip from the river and Iva's skin would ripple, her bones would shift, and she would rise on four slender legs – a doe with willow branches for antlers. In that form she ran faster than thought, leaping streams and vanishing into mist. But when the water dried on her lips, she returned: a girl wrapped in iridescent scales, barefoot and wondering.

They knew everything – which mushroom was poisonous, which star was about to fall, and which deer had been crying behind the old oak. Iva loved them for their honesty, rough as river stones. She would sit on the mossy bank, legs folded beneath her, and listen to their croaking chorus until nightfall. They were the ones who first told her about the world beyond the forest.

Louise ♡
Debbi ♡
Widmung ♡
Admiral ♡

Omi
Saater
Eris

Brent
Mockingbird
Bones

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