Neaves Emberwing
Ember (a.k.a. Fotia)
"Are you sure?" Aafjie asked, standing close to her daughter.
"I am Mama, '' Neaves said, not looking at her. Cheeks red with embarrassment, their heat building up under the deep hood of the cloak she had found.
"I won't be able to convince them to accept you back if you leave. You will be alone, on your own. I know you are smart, strong, and careful, but. Neaves, have you really thought this through?" Aafjie asked again, reaching for her hand.
"I won't be alone as long as I can make it to the south of Glaion, that strange tribe will welcome me." She responded, finally looking her adoptive mother in the eyes. Regretting it instantly, seeing her eyes wet but not quite tears.
"Are you sure that was a vision from the Ascendant Butterfly? That woman's face, that point on the map. Sometimes Warmth can be mysterious, she isn't always obvious." She questioned.
"I am Mother, I saw her. Azu told me to look for this Ilgor woman, she told me that she would make me powerful enough to lead our people into a new era. How can I ignore our Goddess like that?"
Aafjie pulled Neaves into a tight hug, not even bothered by the steam coming off her skin from brushing against Neaves wings. "I have one last thing I want you to know."
"What is it?"
"I will always love you, Darling."...Mental characteristics
Personal history
Neaves, Like all the members of The Shrine Guard, was given to Mother Afjie after her wing was torn during her baptismal ceremony of the sun. Never having learned who her actual parents were, she had always seen Afjie as her true mother. Though, to many of the Clan of the Wide Eyes, Neaves failed connection to the Butterfly was seen as particularly sacrilegious by her parents, as she is one of the very few Mistwalkers who doesn't have Moth wings. Her wings are an odd mix between a dragonfly and butterfly, even since birth hers always burned with the light of the sun.
Her childhood was wrought with a lack of control over her deep connection to fire. Despite being an Ember, the other children avoided her more than most, pushing her closer to the other Embers. She never developed a sense of community to her people, stunted in her emotional development. Never having learned boundaries very well, never having learned what friends were. She like the other Embers under Afjie's care, all saw each other as family. It was expected that they would all get along, the few times she tried to reach out to the Clan, ended with confusion and distrust.
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Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Age
27
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Sex
Female
Gender
Woman
Eyes
Ruby red, with orange ringed Iris'
Hair
Curly, messy, copper red, pale blonde near the roots and around her ears
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Soft pale skin, with freckles running along her shoulders
Height
5'11"
Weight
140lbs
Belief/Deity
Ascendant Butterfly
Related Myths
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