backstory time-

He wore robes of coarse, deep blue-green wool threaded with gold. Whenever he walked, the jingling sound of crystalline potion bottles hitting each other was evident. Whenever the townsfolk heard that noise, they always knew who was coming into town. And they welcomed him warmly. His eyes were keen, yet they held a calming warmth in them, his stature was poised and he was always nonchalant. He was ready to help others when need be. He was only a young grasshopper, yet he held a gift not many had. He was a potioneer. Potioneers, or potion masters weren't common in their realm. They were revered, yet he had one of the most powerful gifts of them all. He never was apprenticed or taught how to brew a potion, but the first time he saw the ingredients and a ladle, it all came naturally to him. It was like magic. Perhaps it was...but he always was modest and humble, ready to help anyone even if they were too poor to pay the fees. He would take whatever they were ready to offer; he didn't mind if all he got were a-

-few watery vegetables or some oats. He was selfless, kind, but he held a thirst to prove himself. He wasn't royalty or anyone special or noble, just a wandering merchant, yet everyone loved him. He had saved so many sick creatures and repaired so many lives. He was proud of this. He spoke little, yet everyone understood him, through his stature and his actions. His name was Fallian.

The wind felt cool on the young grasshopper's back and he tucked his cloak tighter around him. He picked up the burdock root, and somehow, he knew that he had to chop it finely into pieces. He'd never done it before, yet it somehow came naturally to him. He tossed it into a small pot with boiling water and watched it simmer. Wordlessly, he stirred it with a ladle and tipped in a few ounces of honey, inhaling the sweet-smelling fumes of his concoction. It was a simple potion, not requiring much work, yet it could work wonders on a patient. It was his first potion; he hadn't known how he had figured out what to do, but soon he came to realize that he was born with this gift. He was a Tenzi; otherwise known as a Potion Master. They were rare these days, and Fallian was the only known one of the century. They were very valuable creatures, and some people would do anything to get a Tenzi to work for them...

Some symbolism- The Sword | Fallian has a sword strapped to his back. Why? He uses it to fend off people, to ward off evil. Like I said, anyone would do anything to get a Tenzi to work for them, and Fallian had no intentions of letting anyone enslave him, or force him to work for them. Fallian uses that sword to ward off intruders and fight if necessary. The Cloak | Ah yes, Fallian's cloak. He's had it ever since he started potioneering, ever since he found out he was a Tenzi. It is symbolic in that way, because it reminds him off home, and it just...carries his memories, if that makes sense?

Anyways Fallian is a grasshopper if you haven't figured that out. He is a wandering merchant, so he brews and sells potions. He is a Tenzi and making potions comes naturally to him; he doesn't have to look at recipes or anything like that. He was never apprenticed either, but he is the best potioneer there is (currently) in the realm of where he lives.

I DIDN'T SHADE THE OTHER EYE PROPERLY WAAAAAAA

yeah im gonna redo this later >:'p

Also!! The part where i suddenly switch POVs is a little scene-

B RU H D E E R Y I- I HAVE AN EXTRA D A Y NOW??? BRUH

LMAO

Ah ofc! It'd be a honor!

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