Personality

Named Apiary purely because none could get any other title out of her, this Soft is a curious one. Not in the sense of having a curiosity, no, only that they seem to attract it. Whilst others want to watch and study, they merely keep to their hives and plants. It's a simple life they wish to live really, one not worthy of the scrunity some folk seem to wish it under. But alas, what could one do? You talk to a dead thing once or twice, and you feed them to your dear bugs, and suddenly you're the curious fright of the town.

Background

She doesn't remember much, only the sunset and smell of rotting flowers. She can't recall anything aside from those simple factors, and those as a result were her beginning. With a friend by her side, one who chatted a little too much for other's liking, the life she lived was one of perhaps monotony, but simplicity. Because in the end, she couldn't remember anything but this life. This dear, dear life, where her only worry is making tea in time for her friend to not try himself, and where her time is spent with the dear insects that litter her backyard.

She doesn't care for popularity. She doesn't care to even remember before what she can. Because in the end, someone else will forget their memories. And all she can hope for, with a small wish, is that they'll wake up here just as she did. And that they'll continue the work all the same, just as she has now.