Chiquita

The child of a sun, burning so brightly it's clearly blinding the others, but only showing her true beauty when everyone seems to watch; everyone seems to project their attention onto her. As the matriarch's daughter, one has rules and orders to follow – an etiquette to live by, but for Chiquita, this is nothing that keeps her from smiling, from shining like the brightest ray of them all. Her happiness is her own, not theirs, but it's quite infecting to babble about something, to have all new kinds of ideas – to be her bubbly self.

Whenever she opens her mouth, one might be sure there are countless, imaginary stories falling from her tongue, but they all listen to her as if it was reality, as if she really did those things. There are no questions as to why, or how they are doing this – people enjoy listening to her, enjoy her passion for things, and enjoy her ambitions. Too bad for her that she trust everyone, that she tries to act like the adult that she is not; that she still needs a claw to take her own, to guide her away from the misery she might run into if she proceeds on her path. A path, burning so bright, the flames don't hurt anymore – they just engulf you, swallow you, and won't let you walk away anymore. Being too carefree is ones death, but caring about everything isn't good either.

Chiquita's dreams are filled with strange shadows, long but shining bright, whispering faint words into her ears, whisking across her body and pulling her in; talking about a place long lost, long gone – somewhere she has to be, somewhere where everyone waits for a saviour like her. Cunning, charming and a great leader – someone with courage, someone idealistic – it's really a shame she believes those words of fortune, of gold and a place that will be hers soon enough. Maybe, her memories are joking, maybe it's just something she made up – or maybe, that's just not her pearl she digs her claws into, guiding it from any harm it possibly could be exposed to. If only she knew about this, but she can't even remember.

A world filled with peace to the brim, happiness and equality for everyone – a goal she wants to achieve, something she wants to call her own, not knowing what a hard journey this could be, not believing that just a small ray of hope won't heal the sick ones, or that the old ones couldn't live forever. It's her yearning, her need for peace and the thoughts about dragonkind getting along, that lets her thrive. Like a withering flower in the sun, she once again starts to bloom, stronger than she ever has – wanting to leave behind her duties, her clan, just for a little while. It won't take long to establish peace, she thinks. Sadly, however, there are always one or two claws keeping her from going, making her stay – she doesn't mind, so far. Chiquita still can spread happiness here, smile at the others, and make them smile. No, maybe life isn't about big ambitions after all, is it?

And yet, there are lone voices yelling – lone claws reaching out for her. Maybe, there really is a lost place waiting for her, waiting for a saviour like her?
By semperivums