Unnamed

Being one of 3 with a absent father lead to some interesting personalities. Her sire had been a stud, some guy from another town that buzzed in and out like a summer storm. Her mother said it was one of the best times of her life.
Aarien couldn't blame her, of course, being the single mother of 3 girls was hard, so accidentally ignoring one was bound to happen right? Aari really should consider herself lucky, her mother was quite often regarded as the starlight of the clan, the summer verdes, and all accounts say her father was 'quite the looker' as well. She and her sisters were sometimes called 'the unfortunate belles'...but once her sister left...
Their mother had always made it clear who was her favourite. So, of corse, being fed up with this Smoosh had left, she said she wanted to find something to believe in, find her spirit. Guess her spirit was with the plaguebringer.
Regardless, now that she was basically alone, with only a suck up of a sister and the aloof classmates of her tribe for company, she began to explore. To daydream by the beach and stare at the sky and wait for the day she found her spirit. She begged the tidelord for a calling, a sign it was time for her life to begin.
So once the rickety old shop rumbled up onto her clan's shores, well the choice was clear wasn't it?
There was her sign.