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."...
Current Location
Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Age
27
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
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