Maple Goodberryn
Basic Information
Bloodline Ability
Maple's bloodline has not yet fully revealed itself, but her family now knows for certain that movement is part of it.
Physical Description
Maple is four years old, roughly two and a half feet of concentrated energy, and the first thing anyone notices about her is that she appears to have been designed by someone who could not choose between green and pink and ultimately decided the answer was both. Her scales are split between the two: vivid spring green on most of her body, bleeding into bright pink at her hands, feet, and the spines of her tail. Her hair, full, wavy, and entirely untamed, is the same combination, green layered with streaks of pink that catch whatever light is available and make the most of it. Then there are the eyes. Her left eye is a clear, bright green. Her right eye is a warm, vivid pink. The heterochromia is striking enough that it is usually the second thing people comment on, right after the overall effect of her. She is wearing, at any given time, an outfit that she has selected herself: currently a teal top laced in purple over a pink skirt and matching bloomer pants, with a belt and bright pink sneakers with green laces. There is a small smear of something on her shirt that may be dirt and may be plant matter and is definitely not coming out. She is grinning. She is almost always grinning.
Maple's heterochromia, one green eye, one pink, is genuinely unusual even among kobolds, who already carry a wider range of coloration than most races. Combined with her green-and-pink scale split and matching hair, she is a child who is visually impossible to overlook, which is either a coincidence or the world's most accurate early statement of personality. She moves through spaces at a pace that suggests she has decided standing still is a form of waste. She has strong opinions about her clothing and has developed the ability to construct layered arguments for why a specific outfit is correct that exceed what most four-year-olds can manage. Small leaves still occasionally appear in her hair throughout the day, carried there by the same gentle ambient magic that follows her father. She has her own small patch of garden and a watering can she takes seriously. And she has, since a specific afternoon last year, a quality to her grin that was not there before, something that has been tested and did not break, and knows it.
Personality
- Genuinely and enthusiastically friendly with almost everyone
- Deep, intuitive love for plants and growing things
- Resilient in a way that has been tested and confirmed
- Quick to laugh, and means it every time
- Protective and gentle with her younger siblings
- Approaches the world like it owes her a good day
- Still functionally unable to sit still for long
- Strong opinions about clothing, immune to adult input
- Wanders toward anything interesting without announcing it
- Approaches bedtime as a nightly strategic negotiation
- Asks "why" five times running without losing steam
I got two different eyes. That means I see TWO different kinds of pretty. You only got one kind. I win.
Auntie Ottie says some people don't understand things yet. That's okay. I can wait.
[Holds up a fistful of weeds with complete conviction] These ones are the GOOD ones. Papa, tell them.
- Helping Papa water plants in her own garden patch
- Listening to Mama sing, and singing along, loudly
- Collecting leaves and anything that looks important
- Her sneakers, self-chosen and entirely non-negotiable
- Sweet berry treats and honey cakes
- School, now that she's decided it belongs to her
- Being told "no" without an explanation she finds convincing
- Loud sudden noises that startle her
- Having to stay still for too long
- People who mock things they don't understand
- Naps, still, on principle, always