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Origin: Trespasser Nature: Credulous Size: Delicate Boundary: Murky Mere Nature Feature: Blackthorn (Prunus Spinosa) Elemental: Frost Flowers |
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Credulous | Reserved | Devoted
Their Creator, The Dear Father
Though he made her, he's much more than that in her eyes. Nilufar came into this world with little memory, a displaced soul, and him to keep her safe. Him, the spirit so many others seem to snap at in fear, or outright avoid. And yet, he's the first thing she can remember clearly giving her some warmth, alongside the Mother who stood just a bit away.
She doesn't know, honestly, what to think of the stories that he's a cruel man. Because though Nil is aware of his snapping sometimes, he's good to her. He's himself. He went out of his way to create her, to save her, so why would she dare to think anything but good of him? Hessier holds her tight, keeps her safe just like the rest of the things he calls his own. He loves her, he says. Thinks her a beauty and a treasure to keep close.
She likes it. It's all she's known, after all. And if sitting there, quiet and pretty and well mannered will be enough to make up for the effort he put into making her, then Nilufar doesn't dare think to be anything else.
Father has put too much time into her for her to be trouble. If the rest of her siblings and his visitors wish to be snappy, then she won't be.
She'll be good. She can be good. She can be. She can be a perfect daughter.
She has to be.
She has to.
Though he made her, he's much more than that in her eyes. Nilufar came into this world with little memory, a displaced soul, and him to keep her safe. Him, the spirit so many others seem to snap at in fear, or outright avoid. And yet, he's the first thing she can remember clearly giving her some warmth, alongside the Mother who stood just a bit away.
She doesn't know, honestly, what to think of the stories that he's a cruel man. Because though Nil is aware of his snapping sometimes, he's good to her. He's himself. He went out of his way to create her, to save her, so why would she dare to think anything but good of him? Hessier holds her tight, keeps her safe just like the rest of the things he calls his own. He loves her, he says. Thinks her a beauty and a treasure to keep close.
She likes it. It's all she's known, after all. And if sitting there, quiet and pretty and well mannered will be enough to make up for the effort he put into making her, then Nilufar doesn't dare think to be anything else.
Father has put too much time into her for her to be trouble. If the rest of her siblings and his visitors wish to be snappy, then she won't be.
She'll be good. She can be good. She can be. She can be a perfect daughter.
She has to be.
She has to.
The Dear Mother
Mirabella is a soft spoken Mother, and one that Nilufar holds dear. She's chattier than Father is, and has a much larger host of companions she introduces Nilufar to. It's funny, kind of, to be shown off instead of hidden at the bottom of the mere. She doesn't really know how to feel about it.
Much like with Hessier though, the little spirit is nothing but behaved when it comes to spending time with her Mother. A shared parental situation, in which she'll be whisked away whenever the magpie deems it time. It can be,,, overwhelming, Nil thinks, to be surrounded by so many folk in the woods or to feel the eyes of Mother's crows watching their every movement. It isn't the same as the dragonflies Father has, who flit around and wander so easily. These ones loom, stare, seek. They leave nothing to be missed, even when hidden by the overgrowth.
Despite that, though, Nilufar looks up to Mirabella just as much as they do Hessier. They love their Mother dearly, valuing her opinion and wisdom and patience like it's pure gold. So many times has Nil turned to her when she feared ridicule or her mind grew hazy, and Mira has been there to grab her jaw and coo soft nothings to keep her back together.
She's a kind Mother, with claws and teeth ready to defend Nilufar even from herself.
For her, just like Father, she will sit and be pretty. She will be a treasure, a display of behavior, a good daughter.
Mirabella is a soft spoken Mother, and one that Nilufar holds dear. She's chattier than Father is, and has a much larger host of companions she introduces Nilufar to. It's funny, kind of, to be shown off instead of hidden at the bottom of the mere. She doesn't really know how to feel about it.
Much like with Hessier though, the little spirit is nothing but behaved when it comes to spending time with her Mother. A shared parental situation, in which she'll be whisked away whenever the magpie deems it time. It can be,,, overwhelming, Nil thinks, to be surrounded by so many folk in the woods or to feel the eyes of Mother's crows watching their every movement. It isn't the same as the dragonflies Father has, who flit around and wander so easily. These ones loom, stare, seek. They leave nothing to be missed, even when hidden by the overgrowth.
Despite that, though, Nilufar looks up to Mirabella just as much as they do Hessier. They love their Mother dearly, valuing her opinion and wisdom and patience like it's pure gold. So many times has Nil turned to her when she feared ridicule or her mind grew hazy, and Mira has been there to grab her jaw and coo soft nothings to keep her back together.
She's a kind Mother, with claws and teeth ready to defend Nilufar even from herself.
For her, just like Father, she will sit and be pretty. She will be a treasure, a display of behavior, a good daughter.
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