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11-28-2016, 04:43 PM
Vinati
The little sand princess was too young to do anything besides watch, though she was quite convinced that she would be an excellent contributor to the herd if she was given the chance. She had not yet grown used to these herd meetings, having been alive for very few of them and attending even less – after all, she had more entertaining things to do than listen to the adults argue about whatever it is adults argue about – but her mother had called for her to attend this one. What was so important about this one?In any case, she came. She stood silently in the back, scuffing at the sand with a hoof, her eyes dim with distant daydreams about crystal and ghosts and fire. The sun glimmered on the fiery rose that adorned her brow, tied carefully into her growing mane; so, too, did it reflect prettily in the blue-green whale that hung about her neck. The girl sighed as the meeting dragged on, listening half-heartedly to Tae’s declaration to become a healer. Several others, unknown to the girl, spoke up as well.
At the end of the meeting, before Aithniel could depart with Sohalia, Vinati skipped forward, having determined that the new Sultana should make use of her skills and deciding that she would say something about it. Upon arriving before the demi-goddess, the girl nodded her head in a respectful bow before launching into her whimsical tones. ”Hello! I’m Vinati. I’d like to help the crafters, please. I can already make things out of crystal – see?” Here she gestured to the whale upon her breast and the rose twined in her hair. ”So can I help?”
"Talk talk talk."
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