10-27-2018, 12:25 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4;"] ✿ Miko | Orangutan
It wasn't easy living a mostly solitary life, and she knew it the hard way. It did not mean she was not capable of doing so, however. She managed to live this far in life, after all. Many hurdles were crossed, inner discoveries were made, and she found peace with the Earth itself. The herbs and fruit were almost innate knowledge to her at this point. Short lasting friendships with many a spirit had been made, thanks to the Sight, until she would move on with her nomadic lifestyle.
She would always feel bad about leaving any spirit she had made friends with, but the call of adventure in her early and mid-life was far too strong. And, either way, she knew those spirits would eventually find their way to the other side. It was best not to have them attach to her for very long.
The orangutan knew she had somehow stopped aging at some point in what should have been her later years. And even with her spiritual gifts, she had a hard time pinpointing why. Was it the connection with the Earth and spirits? An act of fate? Either way, it was just more opportunity she had taken advantage of. Until, of course, one day… she felt like she was done. Whether she would be done temporarily or permanently, she was still not sure of. What was one to do, then, if the call to adventure has deafened?
The primate made her way via her fists toward the nearest civilization, bringing with her a long stick strapped onto her back, and a pouch with herbs and berries around her midsection. She stopped at a open gate, and gazed curiously with her indigo eyes toward the vibrant sea-town. She at least socialized with spirits most of her life, but barely any actual living beings except the occasional wanderer. Miko wondered how this will go.
It wasn't easy living a mostly solitary life, and she knew it the hard way. It did not mean she was not capable of doing so, however. She managed to live this far in life, after all. Many hurdles were crossed, inner discoveries were made, and she found peace with the Earth itself. The herbs and fruit were almost innate knowledge to her at this point. Short lasting friendships with many a spirit had been made, thanks to the Sight, until she would move on with her nomadic lifestyle.
She would always feel bad about leaving any spirit she had made friends with, but the call of adventure in her early and mid-life was far too strong. And, either way, she knew those spirits would eventually find their way to the other side. It was best not to have them attach to her for very long.
The orangutan knew she had somehow stopped aging at some point in what should have been her later years. And even with her spiritual gifts, she had a hard time pinpointing why. Was it the connection with the Earth and spirits? An act of fate? Either way, it was just more opportunity she had taken advantage of. Until, of course, one day… she felt like she was done. Whether she would be done temporarily or permanently, she was still not sure of. What was one to do, then, if the call to adventure has deafened?
The primate made her way via her fists toward the nearest civilization, bringing with her a long stick strapped onto her back, and a pouch with herbs and berries around her midsection. She stopped at a open gate, and gazed curiously with her indigo eyes toward the vibrant sea-town. She at least socialized with spirits most of her life, but barely any actual living beings except the occasional wanderer. Miko wondered how this will go.