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Her name is Ragna, but she rarely allows others to address her by that name. Finding it too intimate for the mundane interactions of this world, prefers to be called whatever it is the person she is interacting with wishes to call her. Will also answer to "Pagan."
In this life, she is still a young adult at the cusp of full adulthood. Outwardly, she retains a youthful sensibility that masks the knowledge she carries with her after several lifetimes come and gone. At her core, she is weary and hides this fact as best she can.
Does not dwell on her sexual orientation. Seeks an emotional connection more than she does physical attraction; can be described as fluid at best. She herself walks a fine line between feminine and masculine, and while she is careful not to engage in needless fights, she can still be quite aggressive and forward in her own way.
A medicinal herbologist by trade with a deep desire to nurture and create, she spends a lot of time weeding and seeing the flower patches, bushes, and trees throughout the forest. As such, she carries the scent of various wildflowers, hyacinths, and eucalyptus, which is her favorite. Though she starts each day with a dip at the pond, these scents never quite fully disappear.
Is still, for better or for worse, very human-minded and often finds it difficult to relate to her more feral neighbors. This is a consequence of her past lives, which she not only remembers, but often reminisces over. Though she is not regretful of her current reincarnation, there are things she continues to miss. Once a viking shield-maiden and voyager and, she is drawn to large bodies of water and can often be found at the pond either swimming, lounging, or meditating.
Having once been a devout practitioner of the Old Norse religion, is deeply reverent of crows, ravens and magpies. In her first incarnation, she was a völva who preferred to accompany her tribe on their conquests as opposed to staying in the village divining for all the rest. Did not indulge her gifts so much as tolerate them, at least until she could use them to her advantage. She retains her prophetic abilities by way of dreams, visions, and a sensitivity to the afterlife which allows her to commune with the dead. Can initiate contact to the dead for others if the price is right. Depending on what kind of contact one wishes to make, she may be drained of her energy for several days after the event, or even have years of her life taken from her as a consequence.
Very much in the habit of collecting rocks, gems and other trinkets for pleasure. Her antlers are currently decorated with various hand-carved and painted beads and raw gemstones which are weaved through her tines with twine.
Possessions?
Relationships ;
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Sleepless
Little Crow. A wise, young companion. Seeks to nurture. Loves. Will always protect.
Ciel
Firefly. Attraction. Safety.
Nawfar
Little Koi. Atiq's adoptive daughter. Her charge. A source of hope. Seeks to nurture and teach. Loves. Will always protect.
Atiq
Blue Moon. Nawfar's adoptive father, Lemon's best friend. Wise, gentle, a source of comfort and familial energy. Slowly coming to consider him one of her best friends. Will protect in whatever ways necessary.
Galene
Moonflower. Best friend. Acceptance, freedom. With Galene, Pagan is free to be exactly who she is. Cherishes. Misses her. Will protect in whatever ways necessary.
Takato
Starshine.
Rook
Butterfly Knight. Best friend. Playmate. Challenger.
Lemon
Poppy. Bonded to.
inner 2
Maggot
Asshole. A casual friend through Rook. Someone she can antagonize without fear, someone who encourages her to be a degenerate, when the opportunity presents itself. Tends to not bring children into the fold when she is with him, does not exactly trust. Friendly.
Jude
Twin Child. A child she has watched grow from a distance. Worries over, but rarely involves herself in his affairs. As of late, he has begun to visit her more frequently, and she in turn feels more included to stay involved and make her presence known. Not quite a charge, but one of her tribe. Loves.
Uy
Radiant Mother. After some misunderstandings between she and the doe, has become friendly with. Intrigued by her motivations, point of view, and deeply curious about her past, but is unsure she will ever have a real opportunity to explore it. Looks out for her and her family from a distance, offers help where she can. Will protect.
Easca
Moonlight. Only recently met, but knows little of beside the fact that she is partnered with Uy. Respectful of and, now, deeply grateful toward. Feels indebted to. Will protect.
Fletcher
Stonewall. eventually
Hlin
Little Petunia. eventually
inner 3
Neutral relations in here.
Name
Relationship description here. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Name
Relationship description here. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Name
Relationship description here. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Name
Relationship description here. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Name
Relationship description here. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
inner 4
Negative relations in here.
Shahla
Beast. A forest dweller whose language and cues she does not understand. Considers her unpredictable, dangerous, and someone who may be capable of hurting those she loves just to hurt Pagan. After her first encounter with the tigress, thought they could be casual sparring partners. No more.
Halla
Instigator. eventually.
Name
Relationship description here. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Name
Relationship description here. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
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"What do you know" comes the
"About feathers?" his throat aches just with those words, vocal chords thrumming in a body still not used to speech. "What do you know." repeated like a mantra of questions that tie into one another. "About eyes? About fire." his head turns up towards the sky, eyes closing for a few long moments, when they open again, it is only halfway.
"When I close my eyes it's all I see." and they close again. His head drops once more. The eyes open, staring at nothing in particular.
(bear with me if I am slow,
The sleepy trance she'd fallen into after finding her spot beside the boy is broken by sound of his voice. It is a strange thing to realize he, like all of them, has a voice at all; she has grown used to speaking to him in gestures, in looks. She blinks, gazing down at him from over the beak of her mask, her mind buzzing as she considers his questions. It doesn't take much to see how heavily they weigh on him - perhaps this is why he has seemed so tired lately?
"Feathers are vital to the living beings they dress, no?" Pagan hums, shutting her eyes for just a moment to consider her memory of the feathers she'd gathered a few nights prior, recalling the pulsing energy they'd given off. "Without feathers, most birds could not fly. But in the same way they are vital, they are also disposable. They molt. They shed. They are torn from their roots. They grow back in time." Pausing, she drops her head just enough to meet his reluctant gaze, searching the depths of his inky black eyes for the echoes of his thoughts. "Many would argue that fires purify. There is a lot to be said about a force of nature that can swallow the Earth while at the same time feed it.
"And eyes... well. The only place one cannot carry lies is in the eyes. Or so I've always believed."
Following a deep inhalation of the damp air around them, she breaks her gaze and brings it instead to the top of his head, where his antlers are budding, strong but sure, a small gesture of privacy. "Does it bother you to see these things? I suppose the better question is: what do you know about feathers, and eyes, and fire?"
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He considers her words at great length. And in his own way, understands the truth of them. These are good answers. He stores them away for private contemplation at a later, lonelier date. His head shifts, a nod of 'I understand.' in response. Inhale, exhale. What does he know of feathers. What does he know of fire. What does he know of eyes?
"Birds've feathers." he eventually speaks. "Hearts've fire." and then; "Many've eyes." but he knows that isn't what she meant. His tail flicks once. And he watches the grass stir under the slight breeze.
"Sometimes I think I know things" he admits quietly, "But when I try to remember, my head fills all up with fog." his eyes close again, like he's trying to remember.
"I feel like that now. I know. But I don't know what I know."
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"You are so smart for such a young little thing." And indeed, she is heartened by his thoughtful wordplay, her chest swelling with something akin to pride. Understanding niggles at the back of her mind, just out of full reach of her consciousness, but there, available, sure to be found in the depths of her dreams. She remembers the feathers, the energy, the dream that had spurned her to seek them out in the first place.
"I am not surprised that you feel this way. Neither should you be. The universe has conspired to bring you here, touched as you are with what some people call intuition. I, myself, call it a gift." She takes a moment to regard the hills in the distance, her ears tipping back to greet the bubbling of the tears pouring from the Crying Idol's eyes. "Though you have been blessed with knowledge, you should not rush to uncover it all at once. There is danger in haste and reckless misunderstanding. Would you be so quick to undo a beaver dam, for instance, if you knew that pulling free too many twigs and branches at once would flood the valley?"
Pagan regards her young companion with a gentle look, her lips pursed as if to abruptly stop the flow of words. Then, after a few long beats of silence, she smiles, the tension melting from her eyes. "Do you know the story of the phoenix, Little Crow?"
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"I see." and again, he falls into the silence that comes so naturally to him. Loses himself in the feeling of his companion not far away, the rush of water from the nearby idol. The damp of the air, and how it clings to his coat. It all feels so real, enough so to pull the fog from his mind for now before it can overtake him the way it can when he thinks too long, too hard, about something out of his reach.
A gift. Perhaps. He has never felt gifted. But then, he has only ever felt how he feels, perhaps he would not know a gift if he saw it. Or perhaps not. His friends are gifts, he feels as if he has been presented with something sweet and pure and true every time someone comes to visit him, or allows him to sit by their side in the drowsy morning light.
Her question causes his head to shake, a silent 'no'. But his ears tilt forward all the same; He is listening, should she wish to speak on it.
"I first learned of the
It has been so long since she's thought of this tale. She is gripped by the nostalgia, her voice soft, reverent. "You and the phoenix are much alike, I think, except the phoenix knows that knowledge is not gained by dwelling, or hiding. It is gained by living and sharing. Be gentle on yourself, Little Crow. It will come in due time, as it is meant to."
The end of her words are punctuated by a thin, tired breath. It has been a long few days, and but she is grateful for the opportunity he has given her, whether knowingly or unknowingly, to sift through the debris of her own scattered dreams and visions. Though she can feel his energy brushing and beckoning at the fringes of her own, trying to coax her into further analysis, she ignores the feeling in favor of returning her thoughts only to him as he sits down, young, doubtful, insecure. She meets the side of his head with her forehead in a firm nuzzle and does not pull herself away. "Rest now, little one. The morning awaits you eagerly. You should seize it when it comes."
He closes his eyes. Can see
His eyes slide open. And once more, the forest is his reality. The gentle air. The idol's roar. He nods again, and looks at the pale doe with a serene sense of determination. Life was not always to know immediately. Life was to live. Another lesson learned.
Leaning up, he presses against her in silent thank you before he settles, curls small, and sighs.
Sleep takes him gently. Safely, into its embrace.
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I think she was asking to spar? maybe? |D
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The only other gift he could give was a bit of himself, his warmth, his comfort. Caught in the depths of sleep, he knew he probably wouldn't be heard, but gave the sentiment anyways, "You know you will always have a place with me, no matter what. You'll always have a home there, should you want it." There was a sadness in his eyes, and an ache in his chest as he watched her slumber. Very quietly, nearly silent, he began to hum. A near-wordless echo of some distant place and time he couldn't have a hope of remembering, but the imprint remained. Slowly he saw the tenseness recede slightly from her curled form as the gentle melody wrapped around them. When he knew he could stay no longer, before the spell of sleep was broken and his presence brought unease, the lullaby ended and he was up.
"Salaamat, dear friend. I'm here when you need me." He knew she wanted space, her distance made her feel more secure for the moment, but every ounce of him still hurt to turn his head away, and plod silently back into the darkening night.
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