"It's a circlet!" Keyleth carefully lifted it off of her head, cradling it in her hands like it was something precious, because, well, it was. "It's very old. It's been passed down from mother to daughter for a long time." A tradition she would unfortunately be breaking, unless she decided to take a child under her wing at some point. "I mean, I can have antlers if I want to." She closed her eyes and waved her fingers in the air, tracing a pattern as she channeled an alter self spell, and sure enough, a pair of velvety antlers sprung from her temples and curled up around her head. "It doesn't last forever, of course." Most magic didn't.