Dear reader,
My name is Lani, which is a Hawaiian name meaning 'heaven, sky.' I think it's a lovely name and that it sounds beautiful, but that is not the topic on which I send you this letter. I am asking-no begging- for your help in finding an answer to one of my most bothersome questions.
What happened to my feathers? I hear this question so often, and it's driving me insane. I've been doing hours and hours of research, but I cannot seem to find an answer. It's horrible not knowing how it happened, but I don't think that I will be prepared when I finally find the answer, though. I am not sure whether to give up and conceal myself and hide from the world or to continue my search for an answer. I am in need of serious help if I am to continue to search for an answer. Does it have something to do with my eyes? Is it a disease? I am not sure, but I plan on finding out.
One of my theories is that it is connected to my charms. This is one of my least thought of theories, but I'm still unsure about it. This theory suggests that my fatherlessness is somehow connected to my charms. Every few years, I find something more to add to my chain. So far, I have a key, a silent bell, a small metallic book, and a metallic feather. I love the charms dearly, and I hope they are nothing bad. My favorite is the silent bell. My mother gave it to me before she left, but it stopped ringing after a while. I would shake it violently, but it would make no sound. It is another one of my mysteries.
I have attached a few copies of self-notes from my mother I have repeatedly read them, but I have found nothing. I am keeping the original notes, but I have copied them word-for-word from my mother's notes.
Yours Truly,
Lani the PoD
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Little book,
I was so happy when I found out that I was going to have a baby, but a little sad when they said it would be only one. I was really hoping for at least two. I continued on, though. I thought that everything would be fine. I thought that we would have a single happy, healthy child, but that's not how it happened. When I gave birth, I knew that something was wrong. The doctor looked confused. I knew why when he handed me the baby, though. It didn't have orbs or feathers! It was pink with rainbow eyes, so I was guessing that it was a girl, but I still don't know. It scares me. I called it a girl, as the doctors said it was. They
did tests to figure out that it was a girl, but they couldn't figure out why it didn't have feathers. I named it Lani, and it seems to already know it's name.
Nani
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Little book,
It's been two years since I was given Lani. She seems to be acting like a normal PoD, but she's progressing a lot faster. She's using larger words than a two-year old should, and she spends most of her time reading. I know that she is old enough now, but I cannot get over how different she is. She has even gotten close to attacking another PoD who continuously questioned her lack of feathers or orbs. I am seriously wondering what to do with her. Should I send her out on her own, or should I hide her away?
Nani
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Little book,
That's it! I've had enough of the little thing. She's gotten too smart for her britches. She corrects me over the SMALLEST THINGS. I can't stand it! I'm throwing her out. I'm going to tell her that we'll be back, but even Anu has had enough of her. We decided that we'll leave her and take everything. We won't even look back as we leave her. She'll be fine, though. I'm sure of it. If I never see her again, it'll be too soon. I will finally have a normal life away from her.
Nani
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Reader,
Those are the main tree letters giving any clue that my mother didn't know what had happened either. They also explain why she left. I hope you see why I would like to know what I am. Maybe They'll take me back in, but I doubt it. At least I'll be able to see them again. I hope you will help me. If not, I still thank you for taking time out of your day to read these letters.
Yours Truly,
Lani the PoD
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Reader,
I promise that this is the last letter, but I just wanted to make sure that you understood what was going on. My plans for Lani are simple. I plan on her continuing her research on why she doesn't have feathers. I plan to make her a very Reserved with a bit of a toneless voice. She does not quite understand emotions, but is more interested in her studies. I do plan for her to develop some emotions, but, for now, she is a bit unemotional. She'll take a walk every now and then, but she prefers to stay at home or in the library studying or reading. The 'where are her feathers' question was answered in the first letter. I am putting it as one of her charms. The feathers she is searching for are the feathers that signify that she if female. I wish everybody good luck with their forms. and I wish to give an early congrats to the winner.
Sincerely,
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The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the Queen
The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always had to be
Conceal, don’t feel
Don’t let them know
Well, now they know
~Demi Lavato Let It Go
One, two, three and four
The devil's knocking at your door
Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie
Show your life with your head held high
Now you're on your knees
With your head held low
the big man tells you where to go
Tell him it's good
Tell him okay
Don't do a damn thing they say
~ The Pretty Reckless Heaven Knows