Aiyanna
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The Sea // Aiyanna's first taste of freedom and family was aboard a boat traveling first from isle to isle and then across the sea, dubbed, 'The Lucky Ones.' That ship was a gateway from one life into another and the sea was her companion. Striking a Bargain // Aiyanna is not one to be bargained with- unless one is fond of losing a couple coppers more than any item is worth. She's got a slippery tongue that more often than not can get out of hand- lucky for her, she talks her way out of as many messes as she talks into. Stories // One way of many, to fill a lonely night. Unlike many sailor folk, she's not fond of creating her own tales or passing them on. No, she'd rather someone else take the reigns and paint these stories for her. Dislikes --
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History --
-- 'Everything must be done, and exactly this way.' -- 'Why?' -- 'For this is how it has always been.' Raised with so many unquestionable facts within a society isolated, Aiyanna did as she was told. Every year, the same traditions. And to challenge the ideals? Unfathomable. Yet one day, she did exactly that. The one who had always been known as respectful, quiet, mature. The one nobody gave a second thought to. Aiyanna. She rose to her paws and spoke her mind. And for just a sliver of a second, the world around her stopped. From that moment forward, her life changed, and quickly. For there was no room for those who questioned. She was banished. Given a mask to hide her face, and her only belonging her beloved familiar, she was herded out and away into a world she didn't know existed. Her family thought her dead, and in her mind, she soon would be. The parting words from her home still rung in her head, making her fur rise in paranoia. -- 'Don't worry. We'll be watching closely.' The first contact she made was a seaside port- filled to the brim with exotic sounds and sights to behold. It was overwhelming, and she tread carefully among the busy people. Something caught her eye like no other, and soon she was boarding a ship. A deal was struck- her voyage across the world, for her help aboard the ship. At first the nights were dark, clustered but lonely. She had little space to call her own and no one to call her by her name. Her days were filled with waking, working til her bones were weary, eating, then working more. By the time she fell into a huddle in her corner of the ship, she had nothing but her red companion. Her bird, which the sailors only called Canary, would snuggle in her calloused fingers, rumbling until they both fell fast asleep. |