One thing Onni had never quite understood - boys.

With an absent father, it is no wonder that our shaman started off on the wrong hoof with men. However, the typical dramatic acts strictly for the attention from males is quite the opposite of what happened to the painted girl. Instead of craving their attention, Onni simply seemed to gain it. The light-hearted and bright nature was appealing to most, except for grumpy opponents like Eribor, and attracted the eyes of many, platonic or not. The issue, you see, is not that Onni is without the opportunity to get entangled with the likes of love.

While the healer may have had several suitors in her past, the largest obstacle in her true ascention to adulthood is simple: she is clueless. Much like a child, the mare has no carnal thoughts, no hormonal urges, no unseemly secrets. Bright like the sun and innocent as a daisy, all of the heavy thoughts of males have just brushed off of her like water from a duck. You could perhaps blame it on the fact that her mother, Kri, is as far from a romantic as one can stand. Still, it takes a true innocent to survive five years living without parental influence unscathed by the likes of love.

At least, in the sense that Sohalia is worried about.

Love is not a lost concept on the shaman. She loves her home, her herd, her mother, the small bird upon her wing, the sunlight, and laughter. Onni loves lots and lots of things, but to be in love? Had she not asked Carnesir exactly what that meant? The only good his artful explanation did was clarify the pink and red flowers Moth held for her on that day. Now, that spring afternoon in the Seronia Dreamscape seemed so far away, surreal. Love is ephemeral, she decided, and that is a very scary idea.

Walking along in the desert, herbs packed along her back as she heads toward the Oasis, thoughts of love are far from the shaman's mind. Instead, a bright, joyous tune of summer hums from her lips, accompanied softly by the trill of a small bird - Lyhty. Lost in a world of sunlight and warmth, unable to feel the sweat building on her body under the gaze of the sun, the mare is totally at peace. After the Endless Night, every day is blessed and appreciated. A smile, almost a permanent fixture on her face, beams forth the moment a familiar figure comes into view.

A pale mare, winged and slimmer than the last time Onni had lain eyes upon her. "Sohalia!" she calls out, trotting forward after breaking her song with the finch, who continues to whistle distractedly. "How are you, sister?"
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