A veritable palette of intense blues, vibrant oranges, and soft creams.
Massive feathered wings with obvious signs of regular preening.
Bright, expressive eyes the shade of a cerulean sea.
A thick, full mane of cream and blue that is typically left tousled and messy.
Short in stature, large in personality and presence.

Elentiya is bold, full of life and energy and spontaneity. She is sociable and confident, with no place in her daily life for feeling inferior or indecisive. She is quick to laugh and even quicker to grin, with the ability to make most of the individuals she encounters feel as if they have been close confidants for many years. She clings to inside jokes and to finding ways to make others grin at her in return.

With her confidence exists her candor. Oftentimes direct to a fault, Elentiya can be perceived as insensitive, and even more so when she refuses to apologize for the hurt feelings of others. She would much rather lay everything out on the table than waste time accounting for how the truth will be received, though in lieu of apologizing she will occasionally try her best at humor in hopes of brushing any negativity aside.

She is impatient and risk-prone, donning her restlessness as reason for action without thought. Elentiya has never been known to ask for forgiveness, nor for permission, and it's this defiance that has lived with her for her entire life.

When it comes to romance, Elentiya has no desire to find a life-long companion. Her enthusiasm, unpredictability, and the lack emotional intimacy required for physical intimacy may make her a thrilling fling, but she will never be the wife for anyone to take home to their family.

Once a nomad and always a nomad, Elentiya's mother, Vesta, had never spent any substantial amount of time in any of the countless places she'd wandered. Her restless legs could not keep her still for long, even when pregnant, and eventually the pegasus woman had ended up in Mythos very heavy with baby. Elentiya was born in a small dwelling in Pont Ciel on the cliffside shortly after Vesta's arrival. The woman stayed long enough to watch Elentiya grow into a reckless and defiant adolescent, and taught her things that weren't entirely important but were beneficial enough anyway (namely, how to have fun and seek out adventure).

Eventually, Vesta grew restless again and decided to move on. Elentiya awoke one day to her mother's gentle kiss and quiet good luck. She'd considered following Vesta, but the cliffs of Pont Ciel and the wilds of Mythos were too far ingrained in the young girl's heart to consider leaving them behind. She made a home for herself and, whenever she felt the gentle tug of adventure, she would take off to the farthest reaches of her homeland in search of something new. She was adept at making friends and short-term lovers, but would soon leave them behind without hesitation for her home upon the cliffs.

With no blood relatives in Mythos to speak of, Elentiya has done her due diligence to create friends everywhere she goes and oftentimes will gift them with small trinkets whenever she visits.