A maid, spun flow’rs a crown above her peak –
Built lithe, a dancer spinning – standing still.
Painted in the shades of harvest splendor,
Sweet voice alive in song for all to hear.

A muse in search of meaning – light – and truth;
The bard must know her song begins anew.

Of average, if slightly smallish size, Vysanthe makes up for her lack of physical presence with personality and charm. In contrast to her slim build and graceful dancer's features, the matched pair of horns that curl from her skull are surprisingly coarse - at least when they are barren of seasonal flowers or foliage in the way she prefers to decorate them.

The smooth surface of her hide is dominated by a dusky shade of taupe, splashed generously with cream along her legs and undercarriage. Dapples gleam in a show of health and careful grooming only emphasized by the usually pristine quality of her coat. Cloven hooves - the same slate-like color as her horns - are nimble, though scarcely all touching the ground at once. The soft waves of her mane and tail shade gently from beige to flax in a cascade that comes just shy of being "too long."

There is something knowing - a sort of wry comprehension - that shines out of the pale blue eyes as they peer from among thick lashes. The promise of a secret (who knows if she'd tell?) curves her expression in a soft smirk, a smile and a laugh always tucked just out of sight.

A lark with soft tone spins words sharp-witted – Smiling; mask full of secrets abiding. Lighthearted and yet long locked in reserve Untouched and untouchable evermore.

At the core of Vysanthe’s being is her self-awareness. A knowledge – persistent and unavoidable – that she herself is a product. A thing to be enjoyed by others. Perhaps in her youth she was naïve to this fact, but in adulthood she has come to embrace her decision to become an Entertainer. As such, she cultivates a careful image, as much an illusion as a magician might conjure. Every expression and gesture is carefully thought out, considered and pondered in a practiced routine.

Beneath the veneer of polished poise lurks a far less detached creature with quick wits and particular tastes. The facets facing inward glitter with sarcasm – often expressed outwardly in sly quips or tucked into otherwise innocuous songs and poems – and a soft disdain. In a special sort of irony, Vysanthe’s determination to present only her “stage” self to others has left her in doubt of her own self; she truly is of the mind that anyone presenting themselves as a friend enjoys only her identity as an Entertainer, and nothing more.

Small, obscure, and poor – origins mean naught, A talent nurtured and grown would triumph. Through discipline and time the blossom grew – Thorns and stones defied; broken – victory.

The stars were not in any sort of special alignment over the birth of an inconspicuous tawny filly. Her mother, the soothsayer, had minimal interest in motherhood – even less without an auspicious sign – after the end of the affair that had begun the debacle. What her mother had named her has remained lost to history; “Vysanthe” is a name that was given to the apprentice unceremoniously left to the Master of the Bard’s College within weeks of her weaning. The Master, ever pragmatic, decided that ties to her past life – if it could be called that – would be distracting.
But her dam’s decision rang true, even if her motherly instinct did not. The filly had shown little interest in reading the bones, the stars, even tea leaves; but her voice had come clear and pure when raised in chant or song.
Thus began Vysanthe’s education – the beginning of her new life. Tutored in everything from dictation and music to dancing and etiquette, she took to the life of the Entertainer with a veracity that surprised all but those who knew her origins. To the casual onlooker, she was a zealot. To those who knew, it was her only option.
After her compulsory years of training were complete and the Master declared her education peerless, Vy elected to remain close to the College as she established herself. Developing a consistent clientele seemed wise before branching out from the regions she’d called home – and within Delumine, she found an easy living with appreciative patrons and generous hosts. Curiosity nevertheless brewed beneath the surface, eventually leading her to wander abroad – ever striving to prove her talents and skills in defiance of her birth circumstance.