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Lula, an Ember in Ice

Started by DragonSong, November 10, 2015, 04:34:57 PM

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Name Lula Kenina
Age Physically in her early twenties, "born" fully grown about seven years ago
Gender Female
Species Half djinn, half naiad
Ethnicity Fey
Height 5'6"
Orientation Panromantic ace-spectrum
Occupation Forest Guardian
Residence Draconi Forest

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Physical Description
In her natural form, Lula takes the shape of a maiden made entirely out of water with a glowing ember visible where her heart should be and flickering flames for eyes. However, she prefers her "flesh form", which has fair skin, long pale blond hair streaked through with blues and greens, and bright yellow orange eyes.

Personality
Lula is protective of the forest where she was born, and will defend it to the death. She loves every creature that lives in her wood and they return the sentiment. She is wary of humans, but if they show now hostility toward her home he natural curiosity shows itself and she becomes quite friendly.

Magic/Abilities
Elemental: The child of spirits of fire and water, Lula can control both elements with relative ease.

Relationships
Aside from the animals in her forest, Lula doesn't really interact with others much. Her father is a wandering djinn and her mother the spirit of a stream that cuts through the Draconi forest, so neither of them are really around much.

History
It was a small thing, the ember in the ice. A tiny heart of fire, glowing faintly in its skin of frozen water at the bottom of the deep pond. If anyone but the brook trout and small turtles and other fish had seen it, they would probably have been amazed that such a thing could exist. They would have perhaps been puzzled by the icy chrysalis, for it was far too warm in the spring-dappled forest for ice. They would have exclaimed in wonderment when, upon further inspection, they realized an actual fire was burning away in the very center of the frozen crystal.

But no one lived in the deepest part of the wood where a babbling brook fed into the large, calm pond save the creatures and the trees. So none but the brook trout and the small turtles and other fish were aware that the ember in the ice even existed. They could sense the strangeness of the thing, but their minds could not comprehend what this strangeness meant. So it simply sat, day after day, at the bottom of the pond, deep in the forest at the foot of the mountains. It sat, and it waited.

It wasn't quite sure what it waited for, but it felt that it must be something important. For though the ember in the ice slept at the bottom of the deep pond, it was awake enough to sense the brook trout and the small turtles and other fish moving above it, and the thirsty roots of the trees that sucked the moisture from the earth around the pond. Many animals came to drink, or to shelter in the shade the trees growing by the water provided, and the ember in the ice felt these too. It knew what the deer were and the foxes and the badgers and the bears and rabbits; it was not knowledge as humans would think of it, but an innate sense of the world around it.

Time passed, and she learned what "time" was. She waited for days, then months, then years. She knew that she was a "she", and she knew what she was. She knew that a naiad lived in the brook that tumbled down from the mountains and fed her pond, and that the naiad's name was Tallulah. She knew that far to the south of her forest home was a vast plain of sand in which a spirit of pure fire, a djinn, had been born. She knew that his name was Nuri, and that from his earliest days the West Wind had called to him, urging him to travel far from his home.

Because djinn were different from other nymphs in that their life source could move with them, he was able to obey the call, taking the form of a dark skinned young man with eyes of glowing orange coals to journey from the desert. She knew that on one such journey, Nuri had come to the northern forests and met Tallulah, and that he had fallen in love with her.

She knew that the naiad had returned Nuri's love, and for a time they had been happy. But the West Wind had called again, ceaselessly insistent, and he had left. Unable to follow, Tallulah had remained in her brook, and slowly she had returned to the way her life was before, and she was able to put the djinn Nuri from her mind.

For what was there to remind her of that love, save an ember wrapped in ice she had hidden in a pond long ago?

"Ah," the ember in the ice thought (and it was the first true thought she had). So that's what I am. A sense of certainty washed through her and she knew that was what she had been waiting for. To know what she was. It had been years since Nuri had left and Tallulah had forgotten, and she knew that it was time for her to be born.


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