Personality

Self-contained. Gentle. Exacting. Aware. Ephemeral. At peace. Found. Biting.

You may think and believe and hope and yearn to know me, but I am not as mysterious as that. I was born, and I grew, and it was never meant for me to know the stars. The deities have always been just out of reach, but if we could touch them they would cease to be gods. I have lived, and been happy, and tasted sadness and stress. I have never known another, not really. I am alone but never lonely, and my family joins my side more often than never and less often than always. We are close, but not the same, and do not seek to be. I prefer my space to others, and I will tell you, if you ever knew me, that you are in my space, my heart, my head. To leave before I paint you on my skin and tie us both together. (159)

History

I was born to a small village in the Whispering Sea, nearer to Siregal than anywhere else. We do not speak of that place, however - were I speaking rather than writing, I would have need to wash the stain from my tongue. Instead, I will simple destroy this quill and dye my hands in penance for what I have done. Life was quiet - I went to school, went through all the rites of the other children my age (at 6, at 10, at 15, at 21), changing names at one changes their outfit. Life was not easy, nor was it hard - it was simply life. I have yet to paint my nail for a partner, for I am alone. There are not many others near my age, except for those I cannot stand. I have not done anything else. I work, an hour or two or maybe more a day. I do what is needed, but I have not found what I care for. I paint, but it is rudimentary, unblessed by the goddesses or their youngest brother. I am nothing and no one, and have accomplished less, but that will come with time. I have no need to move quickly, to hurry. No one comes, no one goes, and I find myself content as long as I am left alone. (221)