Sonnai
(#47921395)
Things are lost without knowing
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Energy: 49/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.18 m
Wingspan
4.75 m
Weight
787.78 kg
Genetics
Peach
Giraffe
Giraffe
Sunset
Striation
Striation
Tan
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Skydancer
EXP: 406 / 5545
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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Sonnai is...well, a small and fairly insignificant demigod of some kind. She masquerades as a mortal witch running a trifold menagerie, spell ingredient, and potion shop in the heart of the city. --- Sonnai dreams of spells and potions. She dreams of a great sky-cauldron and within it, the world and its churning array of colour and sound. What she has of it: A hundred little throwaway nothings. Flashes, instances, of this and that. Coiled muscle and bone. Tropical water. Sun-drenched sorrow. Now, perhaps, not even that. The pitter-patter sound of summer rain follows in her footsteps. Dry grass clutches at her heels as she runs, stretches her wings, and soars upwards. The golden plains sprawl out below her in vivid detail; there is a swath of scorched growth where the embers of some careless fire lay dying. Checkered picnic cloth. Cicada song. Sailboats tethered down, their hulls crusted with salt and sand. And she still remembers that particular sweet, spun-sugar taste of sickly air- Autumn arrives in a tangle of brittle leaves and rich soil and new earthworms pushing up from the rot. A thousand beautiful migrations. It is her favourite season, and yet, she wants nothing to do with it. She is a goddess of wisps, of little pieces of experience which will never form a whole. She tastes the dew point in the air and the crackle of invisible particles on the cloud-dark horizon. And so, she turns to face the incoming storm with a sulky resentment and ire in her soul. Winter is frost-kissed foliage and muffled snowfall. Sheer cliffs of blue ice. Heavy seas. Rain, more rain...she traces the glide of a dying spider with a shaky claw, sees flashes of gentle snowflakes and fearsome blizzards behind her closed eyes, and feels herself grow drowsier as the days go by. A pity that gods, even small ones, cannot hibernate like the creatures tucked away in their burrows. Brown fur and chipmunks, acorns under frost. Spring is the blooming season. Cool, wet sheets of rain drench the world and cleanse it. The new shoots battle between themselves in ever-so-slow-motion. Pollen dusts the air and makes her eyes itch; she spells the little fragments away to the bees instead. Somewhere deep within the hives, the honey begins to flow. And now, she skims the surface of a glass-still and glass-clear lake to watch the minnows dart away from the fall of her shadow. This sort of tale repeats itself in her life for the next several years. She thinks and dreams and wakes and sleeps to dream again. One day, she glides into the shimmering city like it is nothing, because it is - it means so little to her, the chime of a bell and the clatter of chariots. She does not care for the invisible, whispery flow of gold and gems and secrets under the surface and so, it does not trouble itself with her. When she wakes in her little shop, she sees there are a hundred little nothings and memories for sale and trade in the collection of her wares. She smiles; sleepy sunlight plays off the dancing dust motes at her window, and she is content.
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/notes/ » purchased for 300g as triple basic noct around NotN 2018 » given striation 19/1/19 » changed into skydancer and given giraffe 20/1/19 » given opal 6/7/19 - thank you so much, Coexistence! ;A; I shall endeavour to continue throwing lots of art and gifts into your inbox. |
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