turntechFeatherhead wrote:ZAHRA"A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark."Zahra is an Arabic name meaning 'brilliant' or 'bright'. This name was chosen for her resemblance to a bright flame."The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled."This young fae is a fiery little girl, with a thirst for knowledge and a love for anything fire. She's prone to quick bursts of ideas, such as the idea to learn how to spin sparkle poi, but most of them don't ever come true, as she tends to get bored and change her mind rather quickly. She is extremely wary of others, and it isn't easy to win her trust, but once you have, she is very loyal and, more often than not, clingy. She needs to feel like she isn't being cast away or forgotten, but wont say anything if she does feel so, or if she feels down-hearted in any way. She'd more likely go off by herself until someone noticed her absence. Her mood swings are often and severe, and when she is angry it's best to stay away. She's usually very lovable and easy to get along with, and enjoys playing pranks and being the jokester of the group."Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire."Zahra spat out the chains, sitting frustratedly back on her haunches and staring at the still-lit steel wool at the ends of the poi. She'd been practicing all morning and still hadn't gotten the hang of the sparkle poi! Within the hour, she'd managed to scorch her pelt, and set the tip of her tail on fire, and it didn't seem to want to go out, no matter how many times she soaked it in water. With a sigh, the collector stood and picked up the chains yet again, and, with a jerk of her head, set them in motion spinning in a sort of figure eight around her. Sparks showered from the wool, but she fell into an easy rhythm; she was spinning sparkle poi! A sense of joy filled her being and the flames grew brighter, dancing ever taller, and even her fur seemed to spark slightly. From the sidelines, her mother watched, her ghostly, star-filled fur opaque but still comforting to the young creature. With a pang, she remembered how her mother had passed on; it'd been Zahra's fault, from the day she began spinning, she'd caught the den aflame, and had spent years in depression after it. Now, the poi made her feel happy, feel like her mother forgave her, the reason she hadn't given up spinning poi like she'd given up everything else
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