The young faerin was one who kept a low profile. She didn't stand out, she wore plain clothing to blend in with the people of Honeyhome, the first town she had stumbled across upon arriving and just... Never decided to leave. While the world marched on around her, while others marched on epic quests and journeys to other lands, this little faerin decided to live a simple life. The life of a fisher. Sure, she was a somewhat rare sight among the villagers, but those who knew her would come to find a sweet girl. She didn't talk of her original home much but it hardly mattered. She seemed to just... Enjoy going out and fishing at the Blue Rapid during the day, coming back for lunch and heading back out a few hours later.
Ishtara had known that the so called "Starcalled", something that she was, had suddenly become unwelcome among those who were native, at least in certain circles, but she had been here for a year now at the very least and had tried her best to simply blend in to the crowd...
It was today, while she was out at the Blue Rapid, fishing once again, that fate... Would have other plans. What those plans were as of yet were... Unknown. So she, unbeknownst to her fate would sit at the edge of the river, and fish, humming a gentle tune to herself to pass the time.
Ishtara had known that the so called "Starcalled", something that she was, had suddenly become unwelcome among those who were native, at least in certain circles, but she had been here for a year now at the very least and had tried her best to simply blend in to the crowd...
It was today, while she was out at the Blue Rapid, fishing once again, that fate... Would have other plans. What those plans were as of yet were... Unknown. So she, unbeknownst to her fate would sit at the edge of the river, and fish, humming a gentle tune to herself to pass the time.

