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Missing Aia, a Bumbling Tailor

Charybdis

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Aia


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KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Makani
Social Status: LeiMakani
Current Home: Compendium
Religion: The Will of Manna
Occupation: Tailor
Alignment: Neutral Good

Status: Ill, absent



PHYSIOLOGY:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 100 lbs
Eyes: Black
Appearance: Aia's colouring is very reminiscent of a cockatiel, the smallest of the cockatoo family. Her body and back-half of her head, wings included, are varying shades of greys. The inner-sides of her arms and wings are a softer downy of white feathers. Her most notable features are her yellow face with naturally red-dotted checks, and a yellow fringe that lifts from her head.

Aia prides herself on her wee lil fringe, and maintains it as best as she can.

HISTORY:
Aia's life is overwhelmingly average. Born to two free-spirited LeiMakani parents, she was raised by her community and never wanted for love nor companionship. Despite this, she struggled a touch with socialization as her disposition had a streak of shyness to it. She still deeply enjoys socializing, meeting other people and getting to know them at a deeper level.

SKILLS:
+ Gardening: on Vata'inu, she had a lovely little garden to call her own, and though as bad as she was at it, she adored the thing.
+ Tailoring: her occupation.
+ Healing: keen interest but nothing more than first-aid.
+ Apothecary: just a hint, from gardening.

Languages:
+ Yakai
+ Some Common, well below conversational

Short-term goals:
+ Survive

Long-term goals:
+ Live
+ Fly again
+ Be sparked

NOTABLE POSSESSIONS:

PERSONALITY:
Aia is a young and bumbling girl-woman, who at times is clumsy and nervous. She is outgoing and fairly social, and greatly enjoys befriending other Makani. Aia craves to feel useful, and at times has struggled to feel she has made a fair contribution as her peers have, at her position within the social hierarchy.

Fears:
+ Groundlings
+ Water
+ Being useless
+ Losing her wings

TV Tropes:
The Cutie
Break the Cutie
Wide-Eyed Idealist
Naïve Newcomer
Eloquent in My Native Tongue
You No Take Candle


 
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Charybdis

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RELATIONS:

Loved:

Trusted Friends:
Kekoa: Aia is afraid and alone. She misses Kekoa. Michcat

Admired:
Maui: Strong. Rygan
Wise-Demon Drymmind (Drummond): He will fix her and then she will be able to be like him. TheDeester


Friends:
Olive: Quiet. Nice. Smurf
Tevis: Kekoa's family! Must be nice. Warwolf
Reivos: Very nice! Scary looking, but nice. Didn't mean to do anything weird. Niko
Vorar: Nice, smart. Big! Teach and learn. Thankful. Baron


Friends-To-Be:
Ater: Healer! Magiik
Jaden: Pets. Strange, friendly. CloakedReaper
Glynn: No eye. Fixes instruments. Petrichavi
Lualatis: Pretty. Vincentius


Needs Cheering:

Not-Quite-Friends:

Scary:
Blue Demon (Kopii): Strange. Nice sound. Omikuji

Lost:
Family: Chest-crushing sadness.
 
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It was a beautiful day.

But, then Aia supposed every day was a beautiful day in His paradise. Risen above, forever humming within a void of unrelenting cerulean, dripping with neverending lush of sap green, there they were cradled against the Sky; against Him. It was no mistake of His doing, that they were ascended above the rest, and in His eyes deserving of this ascension to touch His Sky.

Or it has been told to her for all twenty of Aia’s springseasons. A sigh escapes her, as she looks up to the same everpresent sky, and wonders.

The air was warm as it always was on that day, but it held a snap of morning crisp. The world-her world-hummed, one unified throbbing beating, pulsing in summershine life. There was always something special to her, about the stillness before a day reached its maturity. She could hear Vata’inu’s heart beat, feel it, as the air was tinged with lemongrass so pungent, delicious with basildown.

Yet somehow beneath the familiar thrum, twined as it was with flowersweet smells and inaudible whispers of its trees’ tales, there was a quiver to its song. An unsettling chord of dissonance was struck, and it clung to the Song with every note and cadence like an unholy poison.

Just how the poison mark now clung to the moon, a dark and unsightly bruise. Surely, it was a sign from Manna Himself, an omen. Mothers had howled, children wailed-the wisewomen rattling their oracle bones without end in search. The greatest of Manna’s puzzles, yet they crawled and cried no differently than the demons below, trying in vain to decipher what is much beyond any mortal’s understanding.

And so, Aia continued her work, for what else was there if not normalcy? Still, her talons trembled as they dug into familiar morning-cooled earth, the once-life pulse beating in her chest long since become a constant and racing shiver.

She prayed, for again, what else was there? Even the words of the A’keiyah were lost to the wind, speechless with tremble-stricken jaws.

Tremble-stricken jaws became tremble-stricken earth, and the Song became a scream, and scream the silence of a thousand people. Her world was dying, rushing into a different, darker blue void.

The air still smelled so sweet, but now tinged with salt of the ocean. Fear thrummed loud within her chest.

And as Aia fell to what certainly must be her death, she could not help but think that it was still such a beautiful day.

 
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