Fig Tree Child

Livnat • Canary in a coal mine • Little Lucid

Born from the belly of a dying fig tree, old and wise.

Strange, indeed, to be so ungrounded and dreamy that there is fear of floating away. Livnat exists entirely in a world of her own.

Craves guidance and a comfort from harsh realities. Cries readily. Nervous energy is sole trigger for strange mannerisms, tics, and habits. Shies easily; an introvert. Corruptible, but will lead to self-destruction first before succumbing to this. Prone to hair loss due to stress and plucking.

Self-sacrificing, selfless, and pure. True happiness found in the beauty of nature and in happiness of others. Loves to serve, follow, learn and admire.

Loves to love, above all.

Livnat

As an inquisitive, all-feeling, idealistic individual, Livnat is intuitive to the world and creatures around her. She takes in her surroundings with every bit of her five senses and embraces all aspects of it. Though considered to be an "old soul", it is more on a subconscious level; Livnat is generally naive and really doesn't fathom all that she actually knows. Nonetheless, she is absolutely certain of what she feels and takes in by the nature surrounding her. She values "gut-feeling" and instincts above logic and reasoning, by far.

Little Lucid

I Coy Empath Seems alien Seeks solace Is easily moved, especially by nature Has sudden, spurts of energy and long periods of fatigue Fascinated with birds, will try to mimic their sound when she is alone Has difficulty understanding relationships, social etiquette, and personal space

II Spring Stories Napping Flowers Pure at heart Day-dreaming Dancing by herself Captivated by all things beautiful Seemingly always happy and at ease The meditative hum of the Great Oak

III Fidgets Nervous Indecisive Impressionable Easily disturbed Almost always sad Sensitive to suffering Tires easily in large groups Prone to hair loss due to stress Hoards and trashes impulsively Panics when emotionally unstable Often frustrated by her lack of speech

Canary in a Coal Mine

Fur texture changes in consistency and direction around the rump area. Milky gray hairs blended among the more dominant red, which has most (almost all of) of her hind. Blotched and speckled. Wine eyes and matching pout-lips on dewy pale, human skin (the only place with skin). Prone to blushing. Hooves are glossy black and pointed. Tailless. Slender ears with fur thinned out so much along the rims, it could be mistaken for skin, also.

"Antlers" can sometimes be found drooping from the weight of their own figs. The weight annoys her; will resort to rubbing them off if need be. Bleeds when fruit is plucked, but very little.

Sharing fruit is an intimacy. The concept of touch is foreign, and yet, the desire for it remains an incurable, insatiable greed.

Head

Youthful · Feminine
Expressive · Otherworldly
Rosy cheeks on marble skin
Eyes are dreamy pools of a rich, wine red, and pupiless
Mask carved from petrified wood, received by the gods upon forest entrance
TEF: Space Beluga Mask

Antlers

Thin · Delicate · Resilient · Pliable
Yields tiny, sweet figs
Bears no tines, but a single main body
Riddled with thin vines, a sinewy appearance
Sprouts, in small bundles, a flower called Baby's-breath
Sensitive and unfit for combat; able to bleed and feel pain
A Venus flytrap can be found nestled among the bloom
TEF: Poppies, candles, owl antlers

Body

Mini • Soft • Petite
Tailless • Angular
Wispy, silk fur • Built for speed
Vague scent of ripening fig and baby's-breath
Colored milky gray, adorned with rich hues of pomegranate red
TEF: Owl Pelt

Language

Livnat's voice makes her unable to communicate ideas properly to fellow deer. Because of this, she relies heavily on body language and feeling, and will rarely ever speak. Perhaps as time goes on, she will pick up more on the language around her and develop a voice of her own.
That nasally, off-putting bugle she slips here and there is for the keeping, however.

Gifts

Sianna
Echosong