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|Author:||twilightstarr [ Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:33 pm ]|
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Height: five and a half inches
Weight: I am a terribly bad judge of weight, so I can’t go into those something-and-something-ounce calculations. She’s a fairy; she’s pretty darn light.
Hair: It can look black, but it’s actually a dark violet. It’s easiest to tell when light reflects off of it, making a purple shimmer. On her left, it’s very long, passing her back, but slopes upward sharply until coming above her chin on her far right.
Clothing: Her dress, leggings, and shoes are made out of purple and pink sweet pea petals, and they never decay because fairy clothes are magic that way.
Eyes: Earthy brown. They usually radiate a sunny feeling.
Wings: They are of the dragonfly-like shape (as opposed to the butterfly-like shape). They are mostly a slightly pinkish lavender, but like most fairy wings, are iridescent in the right light angles.
Gavvian is an extrovert who can find something to like about almost anybody, and is usually cheerful and optimistic. She has just moved out of her family’s home into her own, a boulder carved out with another fairy’s earth magic by the shore of the forest’s river. In the fairy community, there is no money, and it really is all as easy as that. For a fairy home, this is not too unusual a place. No one else is a permanent resident here, but she frequently has friends and her nine year old sister, Tylika, over.
Gavvian has many artistic interests, including music, dance, theater, and painting. She is skilled at playing the sythuet, a complicated, fairy-made type of woodwind, for both its magical and entertainment purposes. She also has a fondness for the vokila, the closest fairy equivalent to the guitar, and wishes she had four arms to play both at once. She often plays by improvisation. Her dancing is a fairy style called faivith, which in human terms could be described as resembling a somewhat wilder and usually a little faster ballet. Her participations in theater are versatile. She likes to act in comedies but would rather just help paint sets and play in the orchestra for a tragedy. When she doesn’t have preoccupations with any of the previous activities, Gavvian will set up a canvas out in the woods somewhere and get inspiration from the nature around her. Some of her favorite models are butterflies, flowers, and the fish in the river.
Gavvian has a tendency to always fly quickly, not out of tardy haste, but out of impatience, excitement, and zeal for her next experience. She’s someone who never grew out of some innocently youthful attitudes. She gets along well with fairy children and has the imagination and energy to keep up with them for a while. She’s good with most bugs and animals too, except snakes, which are her phobia.
Past: Like most mythological creatures these days, Gavvian has been constantly moving throughout her life as the human cities expand, and the places magical creatures have to hide diminish. Fortunately, Gavvian is adaptable and has always managed to keep her jovial spirits and idealism, though she may be in partial denial this way. Even so, she’s far from the only fairy that wants to contemplate the fate of life that isn’t human.
Gavvian has always been close to Tylika. With the nine year gap in age, they don’t have rivalry issues, and Gavvian gladly takes a role something like that of a playful aunt to her.
Abilities: Mainly wind magic and general magical knowledge, though her high energy level and ability to fly relatively fast can also be useful occasionally.
Equipment: Only her sythuet. It’s a fancy one made of amethyst, and it doubles as her magic wand.
Story: (three years ago)
Gavvian’s last home had been a deciduous forest. This new place was a coniferous forest. Immediately as she and Tylika, floating behind their parents, had descended into this new wood, the coniferous trees had caught her eyes: the thin, pointy leaves and such odd, long, brown flowers hanging down from the branches.
As she was informed sometime after they were settled in, pine cones technically weren’t flowers, but Gavvian still found them just as inspirational, and made them one of her common subjects to paint.
Particularly, small children were light enough to swing on some of the sturdy ones for a bit before they would fall, and that was a fun scene to freeze in time. Tylika was only six at this time, and would often get Gavvian to give her big pushes on her cone, with no apparent concern for it usually falling soon after.
Most of these coniferous trees didn’t lose their leaves when the winter came. That further sparked Gavvian’s fascination… green in the winter. She thought it added a lively feeling to the snow, inspiring a series of artworks depicting evergreen winters. The cold didn’t bother her much.
One twilight, Gavvian was coloring one of these scenes to life, when she suddenly heard a distant panicked cacophony. It sounded like a roaring stampede as she listened and it came nearer. Worried, Gavvian glanced about wildly for where she had set down her sythuet. The instant she touched it, she understood what the matter was. There was a magical vibration running across it every few seconds. Fairy wands had for a good while now been enchanted to do this if human technology was nearing. Other mythical creatures had their own signals.
Even though this had happened to Gavvian several times before, she was wide eyed, for this was the shortest time a home had lasted her yet, not even a full seasonal cycle. Gavvian should have had her wand more close by, but she’d never thought something like this would happen so soon!
After a second, Gavvian pulled herself back into the moment and took off for home. Above her, Pegasi and griffons were already zooming for the sky in evacuation. It made Gavvian feel as though she was being left behind, speeding her on all the more.
Then she almost collided right into her mother, father, and Tylika. Right now, no one prioritized telling her she should’ve been paying more attention. They just flew.
Gavvian dared look down as they soared away, and got a glimpse of her coniferous trees beginning to topple at the ends of the forest. One was bound to topple eventually onto her forever incomplete painting of the winter twilight.
None of the flying creatures yet considered how those who only had legs fared.
The flying ones, however, were still far from out of danger. In any direction, they were surrounded by human civilization. Their only option was to go over it and find another island of temporary peace in the sea of the lifeless human environment. They had to stay close enough to receive their artificial oxygen, as there were no trees in their world to naturally produce a sufficient supply, yet far enough to go unnoticed. It was feasible thanks only to humanity’s increasingly unobservant nature—if you could call it nature.
It became much colder after the sunset
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