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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 8:50 pm
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about
Name: Padma
Race: Leaf Earthling
Gender: Female
Class: Prentice
Future Class: Mage
Parents: Uquin and Pahana (deceased).
Siblings: Her twin sister, Ujana.
RP Color: Hot Pink
personality
As a youngling, Padma was an obedient, sweet young thing that always tried to be the 'good girl' in comparison to her hell-raiser of a sister, Ujana. But when news came that Ujana had gone missing after the extremist's march, Padma became somewhat louder and more outspoken, flirty and energetic. She enjoys sewing, but also became her father's assistant with healing. She enjoys helping people, but doesn't feel that healing is her true calling, like it is with her father.
Padma is a people person, and enjoys being in groups and interacting with others, but due to her father's reclusive nature she is somewhat awkward outside of a professional environment, and not always sure how to interact with others.
More than anything, Padma has taken to taking care of her quiet father, prodding him as much as she can into interacting with others. She yearns to leave home and strike out on her own, and wants to explore far off lands, but is too scared to do it on her own. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 8:51 pm
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Childhood and Prentice years
Padma and Ujana are the twin daughters of Pahana and Uquin. Born shortly after the first confrontation with the Obans, Padma was raised during wartime under the watchful eye of her fiercely protective (almost paranoid) father. Growing up in the settlement of Yera in Tale, even as a child Padma was made aware of the growing tension of the locals as the war with Oba grew more and more fierce. While she enjoys playing rough and exploring, Padma, unlike her hell-raiser of a twin sister, also knew when to call it quits and stay out of trouble. ...Mostly.
In the end, she was still a child, and when riled up by her sister Padma could get up to all sorts of trouble! Inevitably though, once the excitement calmed down and they were being scolded for their exploring, Padma was the twin who took it to heart and felt genuinely sorry for her actions, while Ujana... simply didn't. As they grew, Padma's stance as the 'goody-two-shoes' of the bunch quickly started a rivalry between the girls. While she would still stray out from time to time, Padma for the most part separated herself and stayed indoors, learning to sew, cook, and even simple first aid skills from her father.
Eventually, the final battle of the war came to a head along the border of Jauhar and Tale. With Uquin being a healer, he simply couldn't turn his back on the war itself, and yet the fear of being separated from his children in the chaos was too much to bear, and he instead decided to take the girls with him to the battle camp where he could keep an eye on them.
The war was won, and an alliance was struck up between the lands to the north and the Oban invaders to the south. Once it became clear the peace was to last, Padma's mother, Pahana, decided she was going to move to Jauhar to live alongside her brother, who was half Alkidike. When given the choice of which parent to stay with, Padma chose her father... while Ujana chose her mother, and the promise of excitement in Jauhar.
The two girls exchanged a final, tearful farewell, and all too suddenly Padma and Uquin were on their own. While Uquin traveled at times, gathering supplies for his healing, Padma would stay at home with her grandfather, learning how to take care of herself. When Uquin was home, she did what she could to take care of her father -and part of that meant overcoming her own quieter tendencies, and instead filling up the dreary, quiet house with talk and laughter. She grew up with her father close, her mother far away - learning her letters from her father so she could read notes sent home by her sister.
Until the letters stopped. In the wake of the Alkidike extremist's march, her mother and sister had gone missing... and were presumed dead. It was a hard strike to the young girl, to lose her mother and sister in one fell swoop, and it would have been harder to overcome her sorrow if her father hadn't been struck as hard as he was. She poured her grief into taking care of him, and doing whatever she could to make his own sadness easier to deal with. As she grew older, Padma began to help Uquin more and more with his healing and was allowed to travel with him when he made his rounds of Tale and Sauti, and even helped tend his herb garden.
As he recovered from the loss of his daughter, Uquin became more and more protective, just like he had in her youth, and any dreams of leaving his side and traveling were left by the wayside. While she wanted her father to be happy, Padma began to chafe under his controlling hold and strict schedule, and came more and more to resent him as time passed, even if the realization of that resentment filled her with guilt.
She wants to leave and to see the world, travel to new places and learn the magic and customs there. She wants to meet the people and see the cultures, not just walk the same circuit from Jauhar to Tale to Sauti month by month. She wants to REALLY see it.
Then, came news that Ujana was alive. She returned home, staying with them through the birth of her first child, Eurig, then moved to Jauhar. This was just the push Padma needed to finally move on, now that Uquin was in a more settled place. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:04 pm
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Stage 2 --> Stage 3
☐ 2 Month's Time
☐ 0/35 RP Points
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☐ 5 EXP Growth Points
1 Completed Class Quest
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Quote: RP Growth Points || 300 word solo = 1 point || 10 post RP = 5 points || 7 posts in meta = 5 points EXP Growth Points || 1 crafting solo = 1 point || 1 beast battle = 1 point || 1 battle = 2 points |
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 7:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 7:58 pm
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Spirits and Gods
Solo/Event
Words: 863
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In all of her short life, Padma had never questioned the presence of spirits. The spirits simply WERE - her papa had taught her all about how the spirits gave, how the spirits existed alongside them, sharing their space. The trees they built their houses to and from shared their boughs and sturdy branches, the plants shared their bulbs and fruit, and in return Padma spit out the seeds where she walked, helping to sow a future generation. Even when she traveled to Jauhar when she was much younger, she hadn’t questioned the spirits’ existence in the foreign land - merely understood that these spirits weren’t used to her kind, and instead were working to live alongside her uncle’s people, the Alkidike, and the weird Shifter people.
The time had come for summer celebrations - as the spring rains became more scarce, and the season for fruit and abundant nuts came closer and closer to ending, the Leaf people were preparing for days of jubilant joy and exultation, thanking the spirits for their grace and protection. And with celebration came travelers - those venturing out onto the roads again, with the war over, tentative but curious about the other races. Water people, with weird ears like a fish and creepy animal eyes - the Obans, who Padma stared at with uncontainable curiosity. Along with the adults came oban and matori younglings, and the younglings were all shepherded by the elder leaf women who waved parents along towards celebration.
Sitting at a small, erected table, the Oban younglings picked at the bulbs and tough meat with disapproving glances, keeping the Leaf children between them and the Matori, not wanting to sully themselves by eating with freed slaves. The Matori, meanwhile, ate the food eagerly, more curious of the strange foods, and sharing their own dried fish and spices with curious Leaf children. All this Padma watched quietly as she ate a savory broth, sipping the liquid from a bulb. As the children quietly murmured, an older Leaf woman stood over the children and began to speak - regaling them with the usual jabber that Padma half-ignored. “For this feast we thank the spirits - and we thank them for their generosity in this season. They worked hard for us, to bring this to us - let us not forget the long winter and the rotting spring rains. But the spirits have worked hard, in kind, to give us nature’s bounty. And, finally, we thank the spirits for sheltering our fallen in their embrace, returning our brothers and sisters to the ground and welcoming them in their brilliant energies - give thanks.”
“Thankyou, spirits.” Padma murmured quietly, impatient as the woman spoke on, but chastened to guilty gratitude at the reminder of the many leaf people that the earth had accepted this year. Bowing her head, she planted her feet, under the table, in the spongey ground and hoped the spirits there could feel her gratitude pouring forth, and forgave her for her stubbornness.
With this done, Padma reached for the meats, such a rarity as they were - only to pause, with juicy meat halfway to her mouth, as a water boy look at her guiltily. “I don’t know who to pray to.” He murmured sullenly, earning a blink of confusion from Padma as she chewed her meat. “Ome Essd or Len?? Both?”
“Who’s that? What’s praying?”
Ohhh, that wasn’t a question to ask! The boy stared at her, horrified, as did some of the Oban children further down the table - but at least the other leaf children looked just as confused as Padma felt. Pursing her lips, Padma slouched and ate her meat grumpily, ignoring the whispers of the water kids.
“The… the high lords and ladies, the gods and goddesses - how is your meal supposed to be good luck if you don’t thank Len? Or… or how do your dead rest in the afterlife without Ome Essd’s guidance?” The boy shot back, frustrated, but Padma shrugged, unconcerned. “The spirits share energy with us, and we give it back when we die - so the spirits sort of HAVE to accept our dead.”
“That’s so stupid! No wonder there’s so few of you people - the gods don’t favor you with babies ‘cuz all your ancestors are just wandering around the afterlife, lost- so you’re all unlucky!” A fire girl suddenly shouted, which erupted in an outcry from the leaf children. Padma, included - she flushed and stood up, throwing the bowl of broth at the girl, but missing and instead tumping the wooden bowl all over the table.
Later, as her papa picked her up and carried her away from the other fighting children and upset parents, Padma turned her head over what she had learned, confused. Her village of Yera was big - so why were the Oban kids saying that there weren’t any of them? How big were the Oban towns?
Whatever, Padma thought, sniffing in disdain. THEY’RE the unlucky ones - they don’t thank the spirits as they should!
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 11:09 am
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Here
Solo
Words: 966
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Mother ruined everything. For a brief, happy time, they had all lived together. Mom, Dad, Ujana, and her… all together in their little home in Yera, only a few trees away from their grandpa. She and Ujana played the days away, climbing trees, exploring the intricate networks of the massive trees, and dirtying their clothes to the point that Mother would wrinkle her nose and make pretend fun of them as they took their bath before supper. Father always disapproved, but he’d brush their hair back, kiss their foreheads, and would listen with escalating exasperation as Ujana recounted their adventures, and Padma wriggled in delight at their daring!
They had a good life, together… and then Mother ruined everything. In retrospect, now that she was growing, Padma felt guilty for her anger towards her mother, but as a youngling it had seemed so simple. Their parents had agreed when it came to their split, but Pahana could have moved a few trees away… instead, she decided Jauhar was the best place to go. And she took Ujana with her. At times, Padma wondered what would have happened if she had gone to Jauhar instead… it had been tempting. Yera was well worn and familiar, their father overbearing and strict in her childhood, and leaving with Pahana had seemed the more adventurous, exciting option… but the very idea of leaving their father, alone, had made her reconsider.
Ujana and Pahana left, and Padma was left in a far too empty home with a quiet man that hardly resembled the strict, somewhat foreboding figure from before.
Ujana sent letters, scrawling, sharp and shaking letters that Pahana must have helped her with, teaching her to write by communicating back home. And Uquin did the same; teaching Padma by decrypting the horrible code that was her sister’s writing, and helping her write letters back.
So it went, for a number of years… Padma traveled with her father, began her lessons with him as an aspiring healer, and Ujana played in the forest with the Alkidike. But life was lonely, and they only got letters every few weeks, and Padma missed her sister, horribly.
Father started seeing someone. A wind woman… Mella. A woman that Padma liked, and yet the prospect of her being mom terrified her. In equal measure, she longed for someone to stay with them, to fill their empty little home, and also wanted to push her away - wanted Mella to just LEAVE them, leave the space so her true mom could return home, once Jauhar lost its appeal and she decided to return. But father was happy… he was gentle, and he seemed… changed.
And then the letters stopped.
Padma was still young… but not young enough to carry on in ignorance, like the younglings around her. She was by her father’s side as they marched to Sauti, as the Alkidike horde attacked… as the injured came into their tent, far more than her father had taught her to deal with. But she tried, oh she tried, and… in the end, the battle was won. Sauti was saved… a land she had barely known was kept safe.
Mother ruined everything. Yera was safe, but filled with those fleeing Jauhar, wave upon wave of refugees that refused to flee to Oba, and yet couldn’t bear the risk of staying in Jauhar, close to the Alkidike that were left behind, and not banished away to the seas. Wave upon wave of faces, and none of them were Mother’s. None of them were Ujana’s.
Mella was a thought of the past. Padma didn’t know where she’d gone… if father had simply pushed her away, or if she had been lost in the attack, or what had happened, but Father wasn’t the same. He carried on in his work, but he was cold. At times, Padma would look up to see him staring at her, strangely, mouth drawn into a face that she couldn’t comprehend. If she came home too late, he would scold her sharply, then tug her close and hold her as if afraid she would disappear like fog. They traveled, and they healed, and as she grew and learned he still refused to let her stray, still rankled at the idea of her getting too far from camp.
And each time, just as she began to prickle with anger, just as the strictness became too much… Padma understood. The longing for her sister to complain to hit her, the realization that after so many years, Ujana’s silence only meant one thing. Meant something that Padma had tried, for so long, not to examine, not to look into.
Her mother and sister, settled right along the Alkidike territory in Jauhar, couldn’t have stood a chance. Nestled together with their hybrid uncles, how could they have escaped from the full force of the extremists’ hatred, when it had taken a combined army to hold them back in Sauti? If Ujana was alive, why wasn’t she here? Or Pahana?
They were gone. Dead, possibly buried in Jauhar beneath a tree they could never hope to find, one of the many faces lost during the many wars that had raged in her father’s lifetime. Her sister, so spirited and naughty and guiltless in her adventures, who she’d pictured excitedly climbing the tall trees in Jauhar, was gone. And she was here.
It wasn’t fair. But it wasn’t his fault, and as much as she said otherwise it wasn’t Mother’s fault either.
She was here. And if the world had taught her family anything, it was that there was no guarantee that she’d be here for long. And for that, as much as she itched to escape her father’s protectiveness, she couldn’t make herself rebel when she understood why he was doing it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2018 9:31 pm
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Impractical Magic
Class Affinity Solo
Words: 991
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When Padma was young, there was no reason to think she would ever be good with magic. There wasn’t a precedent for it in their family; even Uquin, who had come to use it in his healing, had learnt it through hard work and stubbornness. The girl didn’t feel any sort of power resting within her; no teeming energies or mysterious artes that hovered, just under her fingertips and at the tip of her tongue, waiting to be tapped. Magic was beautiful; a dangerous, but beautiful arte that caught her attention anytime she saw it, and yet Padma had never thought she would ever be able to use it herself.
Padma, a mage? When thinking of a future profession, she was more likely to shrug her shoulders with a sheepish smile, or hopefully hold aloft a half-mended shirt. Being a seamstress was something she could tell people without feeling like a homebody; but truly, she squirmed in distress at the idea of doing it for a living. Sewing was a hobby, something she did to busy her hands and set her anxious mind to a task, putting it to work and feeling satisfied with its completion.
And… yes, there was pleasure to be had in producing goods that her family would wear, but beyond her family? She couldn’t imagine selling her wares, they were too personal - meant to be gifts for friends and family!
For the longest time, Padma resolved that she would likely stay by her father’s side. Shouldn’t she just give up and call herself a healer, and be done with it? This was the closest to ‘work’ that she did, helping him with his healing, but… she felt no draw or connection to it.
The leafling was already a grown woman when she cast her first spell, and it hadn’t been out of some long forgotten dream of becoming a mystic. Not at first. It was out of morbid curiosity; half bent over a scroll she’d found in Uquin’s shelves, perusing an illustrated guide to different beginner spells, marked by age and scrawled notes in the margins. Sitting cross legged in her bedroom, squinting by the light of a flickering lantern set beside her, Padma held out her hands and tried to turn over the cryptic words from the scroll. ‘Flare, the manifestation of magic, a reflection of mind and preference. Summoned by focus, a light in the dark without form or heat.’
That the heck was that supposed to mean? Fire?
Did she have to think happy thoughts? Padma reflected on the lessons her father had given her, when teaching her to heal the injured; a magic that she had, also, been unable to grasp with ease. ‘Imagine that you are pulling something from yourself- that is your magic.’
The girl imagined pulling a string, and between herself and the space infront of her - but, again, nothing happened. She threw her hands up, frustrated nearly to tears. All she wanted was something, anything, to appear - even a flicker!
Then, as if summoned by her sheer frustration, it appeared - so quickly that she would have thought it to be a fragment of her imagination, had she not stared at it. A crackle of light appeared in the air above her head, then fizzled out as it fell, disappearing back into the darkness after only seconds. The light it left behind illuminated the room around her, as if lightning had struck above her-
And for a long moment, she sat, stunned. Then, a broad grin overcame her face and Padma scrambled to her feet, holding out her hands. “I want -- light!” Along with the thoughts, she repeated what she’d done before - pushing her intent into the tips of her fingers. This time her fingers tickled as if the nerves were singed by energy passing through them, but a bright ball appeared crackling before her, flaring up like a nova infront of her outstretched hands.
This, too, dimmed and disappeared within moments, but it was enough.
“Magic!” She whispered, giddy and excited. It wouldn’t be seemly for a young woman, such as herself, to squeal and dance in place in celebration of her success, but Padma was only too happy to do so in the silence of her bedroom.
And once she cast her first spell, she was hooked. Magic didn’t come easy to her; maybe it never would. Flare was easiest; it was light, summoned simply by wanting to illuminate the shadows, and even then it took effort for her to sustain the ball. Other elements proved more difficult; with time, perhaps, she would grow accustomed to summoning the elements or, at the minimum, at least influencing them around her.
Casting magic was amazing enough to her, but the more she practiced, the more questions she had.
Maybe there was no practical reason to cast magic; it wasn’t a profession, not in the way Uquin’s healing was. And yes, there was no call for a young woman to roam the lands, casting spells willy nilly - nothing beyond her pure, ignorant enjoyment.
What was magic? Why was it that she could summon balls of light, or cause the small fire in her lantern to snuff out and light itself? What force was at work that allowed her to summon water, as if from thin air, to water the garden in miniature showers of rain?
Maybe there was no practicality in becoming a mage, and yet when she cast magic Padma felt as if she’d truly found a calling, a passion beyond caring for her father, or the unspoken desire to travel. In this, she felt motivated; drawn to these invisible forces, and to the mysteries of how and why they came to her beck and call.
She hoped her father would forgive her childish drives, someday. For now, she was content to keep her runes hidden in a small pouch at her hip, practicing in secret.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2018 10:04 pm
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Martyr
Growth Solo
Words: 1276
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It’s one thing to say you’re going to go out on your own, and experience the world; it’s quite another thing to actually do it.
On that one sunny day out on the savannah, as Padma walked alongside her heavily pregnant twin sister, such dreams were easy to brag about, and with Ujana throwing in her support it had been easy to imagine that she could just grab up her bag and leave, easy as you please. Even discussing it with her father, a concept that had always inspired fear and anxiety in her, tying her belly up in knots, had somehow… made it almost easy. “I just want you to be happy.” He’d said, his pale-green eye wet with tears that had stolen her breath away. She’d held his hand, murmuring a hundred apologies, and he’d only looked resigned, but happy for her. Truly happy.
“I’ll leave after the baby comes.” She’d said, with conviction - because what kind of sister would she be if she left when Ujana was so close to her due date? How could she forgive herself, if something happened to her during childbirth and… and she didn’t make it, and she’d been off on some grand adventure? No - no, she had to be here. For Ujana.
And so a few more months passed.
She had a handful of bags, all packed and ready to go with anything she imagined she’d need - a tent, that she’d even learned how to put up on her own; cloaks to guard her, thicker clothing in case she decided to visit Zena… anything she could think of she’d packed, but all within reason. She was nothing, if not practical. Even Ishtar had been fitted with equipment to help her carry the bags.
And then Eurig came, and… and it wasn’t so easy. The birth was difficult, to say the least… and… Ujana, always a picture of strength, even when she’d been heavily pregnant, was suddenly… not. Kneeling by her side, looking down at the clammy, pale face of her twin, Padma pushed the image of those bags in the corner of her room out of her mind, her face settled with determination. No - there was no way she could leave, not when her sister needed her. Someone had to take care of Eurig, so that Ariya and Odrehn could focus on Ujana’s recovery, and it certainly wasn’t going to be Uquin, right?
And so a few more months passed, again.
Ujana recovered, the glow returned to her cheeks, and once more she was filled with the drive to build her tavern and focus on her new, young family. She traveled to and from Yera frequently, arranging carpenters and workers for the construction of her dream, and it was hard not to be drawn into the excitement. Padma was loath to leave her side, especially when Eurig was such a darling little nephew -- and even when they were gone, the girl had her newfound magic to keep her busy.
Practicing magic is exhausting - if I’m traveling by myself, I can’t waste that kind of energy willy nilly! A monster could jump out of nowhere, when I’m too weak to defend myself-- no, no, I need to practice, and get better before I can even think about it. Besides, dad is traveling more than he used to, what if Ujana comes to visit and no one is here?
Just a little more time, to practice. She didn’t have to travel with her father, anymore, as any thoughts of her becoming his apprentice physician had been cast away months ago. So this newfound freedom was, in a sense, a good place to start - she could focus on collecting books, on her sewing, on her magic. Traveling the world could certainly come later, when she was a bit more prepared for it, right?
The bags sat, almost forgotten, in the corner of her room.
Until… one day, Uquin knocked on the frame of her door, leaning inside with a letter in hand. Ujana’s home is finished, he says, and they’re invited to come and see it. That means a trip to Jauhar. That means…
The letter is left on her table, Ujana’s untidy scrawl decorating the stained parchment, and Padma plucked it up, eyes skimming over it. Ujana’s home, which has been planned for for years - is done? Eurig is a toddler, now, a sweet, adorable little thing who she loves and adores. But… it’s been years. Padma’s eyes slid to the bags in the corner of her room, eyebrows furrowing. As she steps close to them, she pats dust away from them, realizing that she barely remembers what she even packed inside them in the first place.
All that excitement for traveling, and … it never happened. It’s not that she gave up on it - the desire, the dream has been there for as long as she could remember, just on the horizon. Something that would happen, eventually.
Like Ujana, with her tavern. Deep down, Padma never thought she’d actually do it. Ujana seemed so drawn to the road, to danger, and even when Eurig and Subira came into her life, she’d always been moving between Jauhar and Tale. There was no anchor, as of yet, to keep her down, after all, beyond Odrehn and her need to keep him in Eurig’s life.
But the house is done, the tavern probably at least in working order, even if it’s not finished. Ujana’s even inviting them to come visit. And Padma… Padma is still here.
She’d always imagined traveling with Ujana. Maybe… maybe she was telling herself that if she waited, her sister would grow tired of this tavern idea and go with her? No, that wasn’t right - all this time, was that what she’d done? Throw out excuses for why she’d never actually left?
‘I can’t leave, not when my dad needs me.’ Well, not anymore - Uquin has been traveling on his own for years now, going further each time. He even visited Zena, months ago - Zena!
All this time, pretending to be some martyr, when really she was just … scared.
She’d laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic. If she traveled, where would she even go, first? Would she be able to handle her own out there, in the real world? Maybe she should just give up, be a seamstress, or beg her father to take her back as a healer--
The ideas sicken her, even before she lends any credence to them. Gripping her hands into fists, Padma turns back to the letter. I’ll go -- right after seeing Ujana, I’ll go--
And then… what if more months pass? What if she puts it off, again?
… No. No, if she’s going to ever do it, Padma has to do it. Tonight.
The bags are loaded onto Ishtar, the aldabuck restless and eager to get walking, after being cooped up for such a long time. Astilbe sleepily perches on her horn, a puff of feathers. Uquin hugs her, tightly, and gently helps her tie a traveling scarf on, to help keep her warm in the chilly air of the savannah. They hug, tearfully, and the last Padma sees of home is Uquin, in the distance, a hand raised in farewell.
When she can no longer see him in the distance, and she’s on the road, alone for the first time, Padma takes a deep breath, and stretches her arms out, basking in the cool early morning air, her head thrown back.
Finally, she can start the next chapter of her life - and hopefully not hold herself back, anymore.
She just had to make sure she didn’t turn back.
[Ever since her youngling stage, Padma has wanted to travel but has stayed because her sister was presumed dead. Now that Ujana has come back, and even has started a family, it's about time Padma took her own steps towards making her own future! ]
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