Username: Fatal Irony
Soquili Name: Ch'ayna (goldfinch, lark, with melodious singing)
Preference List: White/Purple, Blue/Rainbow, White/Blue
Personality: Ch'ayna is a pleasant individual, friendly and sincere - the type that everyone gravitates towards due to her genuine and honest spirit. She has no shortage of friends, and loves to meet new ones everywhere she goes. She isn't afraid to introduce herself and start conversations, in fact she almost can't help herself! When she hears a conversation happening nearby she interjects herself into it, adding to it a spark of laughter and joy. She does this without thinking, feeling a need to connect with those around her on some subconscious and primal level. She doesn't think of herself as "funny" or "witty" or "clever", but her friends would describe her exactly as such. She uses humor to deal with her pain, laughter in place of tears, and sarcasm to chase away any darkness she feels has hold of her.
She loves to sing, her voice melodious and tender. She sings in an Alto, lower and smoother than a lot of feminine voices, though a far cry from being anything but feminine. She loves to sing at every place they stop, collecting friends and whatever donations they might bring. She does it more for love of singing and bringing joy than for any monetary gain, and anything she brings in she puts towards the herd. She also loves to draw and paint, though this is something she keeps mostly to herself. On rare occasions instead of singing she might draw caricatures for anyone who wishes, using her own inks and paints she makes from plants she finds in her travels.
She is charitable and will give food or aid to anyone in need without hesitation, offering whatever she may have in order to help them, even if it causes hardship on herself. On the whole she is a kind soul, quick to forgive. Her temper is typically a slow-burning ember, something she comes to gradually, but on some occasions it can flare up hot and suddenly - scorching anyone around her. She is fiercely protective of her family and friends and will leap to the aid of anyone she loves. She isn't above fighting when the need arises, and she is a force to be reckoned with when she is angry.
She may be all of these things on the outside, but she also hides a deep sorrow inside. She has always felt neglected, looked over, and perhaps that explains her ardent need to always help others or meet new soquili, or be in the limelight with her singing. Behind her gentle smile lies her own darkness, her own sorrow that she doesn't share with anyone. She feels herself broken, defective somehow in that she has a hard time accessing or understanding her feelings. She may mask her tears with laughter - but isn't it normal to cry? She worries that her heart is frozen, that she will only ever be able to show the world the mask of happiness that she shows and not the sometimes brooding, sad soquili within. She fears she makes so many fast friends on her journeys, but becomes close to none. She fears no one will ever know the real her...
Job: Entertainer
Do you agree to keep this girl in the herd, and notify Aria of all descendants? Of course! Great idea, btw. I should have asked the members of my herd helper to do the same XD I'll just stalk them ninja
Prompt Chosen: 1
Prompt Response:
They were leaving this place. It was a certainty. She had accepted the news with a smile when Ch'aska brought it to her, all at once her body buzzing with the excitement and anticipation of adventure. She exuded nothing but happiness at the move. She had been bubbly and happy, exclaiming over the new things they would see and do, the possibilities of new herbs and teas and things to sell, but as soon as she was able she'd left to be alone with her thoughts. Ch'ayna mulled over the prospect, her wings folded against her side as she stood in her sacred place, her favorite spot of all. It was sort of an underground waterfall, or might have been before a great earthquake tore a great, jagged scar along the earth. It was a gaping hole from above, but entering it there were many perches going down with a sizable waterfall on one side. She had landed on one such landing about halfway down the crevice, near enough to be sprinkled by the nearby waterfall. The day had been warm, summer in full bloom upon the lands. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but here the trees and falls were so tall as to blot out the sun, leaving her in darkness. She liked this spot; it seemed a perfect metaphor for herself, sunny from where everyone could see her, dark once they've made it within. She smirked at the idea mirthlessly. Was she really so dark and gloomy? She hoped not.
She shook her head violently, beads of moisture flying from her feathers from the falls splashing at her incessantly. The cool water felt good, soothing with the roar of the falls cancelling out all other noise, lulling her into calm. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and let the thoughts crash around her like so much water. She tried to imagine this new land and whether it would have a place like this. Somewhere secluded where she could be close to the Earth Mother, somewhere she could be alone with her thoughts. She figured it must, after all the Earth Mother created all, and therefore must have left pockets of areas soquili could be close to her. And this new place would have many new soquili to meet as well, many new friends to be made. Many opportunities to sing and dance and show off her talents to a fresh crowd. Perhaps with the widening of their routes there would be more room, more ways for her to reach out and be noticed. She smiled at the thought, her eyes still closed, her face upturned towards the sky. Yes, this would be a wonderful adventure! She could make a real name for herself this way. Soquili would come from miles around to watch her perform and hear her sing! Her name would be known! And perhaps maybe, she herself will be known.
She opened her eyes slowly, a feeling of bittersweet contentment washing over her. She would miss home, but she also felt suddenly a need to leave. She had never entertained such thoughts before, because she would never abandon her family. But now the possibility -no probability- was here and it resonated with her deeply, an unspoken desire of her heart. She would go. They would go, and the family would be better for it. She sighed deeply, her mind eased but her heart fluttering wildly with the excitement of leaving. A smile was plastered on her face, her heart beating loudly in her ears, but lighter than it had been in years. She bounded over to where she had discarded her packs and slipped them on, rushing and stumbling over the straps. She got them on and excitedly spread her wings, gliding down deeper towards the base of the waterfall, landing in the soft mud on the bank. She walked carefully along the mud and rocks, making it to her special cave where she stored her most precious objects. Here she packed her art supplies carefully. Once that chore was done she glanced about at the other objects she had filled the cave with - things of beauty she had gathered that soothed her soul and inspired her. She obviously couldn't take it all. Frowning, she narrowed her eyes and tried to pick a few of the objects. Finally, she settled on three things - a large fire opal she had found along the river, a dried flower given to her by a secret admirer, and a bound pair of feathers - one from her mother and one from her father - to remember home by. She glanced once more at her horde with a wistful smile. She would collect new things, she was sure.
((Note: if you think Ch'ayna is too close to Ch'aska I have back-up names I can run by you smile ))
