Maya Goodberryn - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Maya Goodberryn

Nickname

"Little Songbird"

Race (Grade)

Kobold (F)

Class

Child

Height

2'1"

Birthday

Goldenleaf 25, 1303

Age

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Birthsign

The Harvest Sphinx

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Bloodline Ability

🔮Unknown

Maya's bloodline has not yet fully revealed itself, but her family now knows for certain that fruit is part of it.

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Physical Description

Maya Goodberryn, Little Songbird

Appearance

Maya is nearly three years old and entirely, thoroughly pink. Her scales run from a vivid rose at her head and spine to a slightly softer blush at her hands and feet, and every shade in between is still pink. She inherited this coloring completely and without compromise from her mother, and she has not yet been told this, but she will be delighted when she finds out. Her eyes are large and very dark, nearly black, and they carry a quality of feeling in them that is a little startling in someone her size: expressive and deep and genuinely present, the eyes of a child who feels things at full volume and makes no effort to turn it down. She wears a pink dress with puffed sleeves and lace at the hem, a small leather hip pouch on a cord at her waist, and a beaded pendant at her neck. She is holding a pomegranate. She has been holding it for some time. It is hers and she would like you to know that.

Unique Characteristics

The pomegranate is a recent and serious development. Maya discovered them at the market several months ago, studied one for a long time, then tried it, and her face went through several distinct expressions before settling on something that can only be described as a decision. She has carried one with her most days since. She does not always eat them. Sometimes she just has one. This is nonnegotiable. Beyond the pomegranate, the most distinctive thing about Maya is what happens when music starts. Her whole body responds before she makes any conscious choice about it: shoulders moving, feet shifting, a hum beginning somewhere in her chest that builds toward melody with the inevitability of something that has always been there and is just now finding its way out. She has her mother's instincts for rhythm and her mother's natural ease with an audience. She has her father's warmth underneath all of it, which is the part that makes people stay.

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Personality

Positive Traits

Genuinely warm and affectionate with nearly everyone
Natural musicality that needs no instruction
Bold and comfortable being the center of a room
Her father's big-hearted kindness, worn openly
Expressive in a way that makes her easy to love
Remembers faces, voices, and what people told her

Challenging Traits

Feels everything at full intensity, including frustration
Does not respond well to being told to be quiet or still
When she is upset, the room knows
Has strong opinions about things that don't need any
Treats her twin's space and snacks as shared
Nap time is a battle she has never once conceded

Mama! Mama watch! [Begins humming a song she has invented on the spot, with complete confidence that it is good.]

This mine. [Regarding the pomegranate. Regarding most things, if we are being honest.]

Elpis, you come. We going. [She has decided. The destination is unspecified. His presence is required.]

Likes

The tavern: the sounds, the people, her mother's motion
Music of any kind, but especially Raya's voice
Pomegranates, specifically, seriously, without compromise
Having an audience, which most rooms will provide
Maple, who Maya regards as extraordinary
Being near Elpis, even when she is pretending to ignore him

Dislikes

Being told to lower her volume
Silence that goes on too long unaddressed
When Elpis won't follow her somewhere
Naps, categorically, as a concept and a practice
Being left out of things on the grounds that she is small

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Background & History

Birth of the Twins

Maya arrived on Goldenleaf 25, 1303, second of the twins and emphatically present from the first breath. Her brother Elpis had arrived quietly and looked around. Maya arrived and announced herself. The midwife later said she had a strong voice. This was an understatement. Hecks and Raya, who had been preparing for one child, received two, and Maya spent her first weeks making absolutely certain that her share of the attention was not being undercounted. She was not, in this, unsuccessful. Raya recognized something in her younger daughter early and held it close: Maya had her coloring, her instinct for sound, and that specific quality of presence that fills a room not by taking it over but by making it feel like something is happening. Hecks recognized something too, which was that his daughter felt things the way he did, completely and right at the surface, and that she was going to need the kind of gentle steadiness that does not try to quiet that but simply holds it safe.

A Mother's Voice

From her earliest months, Maya tracked her mother's voice above all other sounds. Not just the words, the music underneath them, the way Raya shaped a phrase, the places where the melody lifted and where it settled back. When Raya sang at the tavern, Maya went still in a way she did almost nothing else, absorbing it. She began humming before she had many words. She began adding melody to her babbling before she had sentences. Raya did not teach her this. She simply sang, and Maya listened, and something passed between them that does not require instruction. By the time Maya was two she could carry a simple melody from start to finish, imperfectly but recognizably. By nearly three she makes up her own. She sings them to Elpis, who listens with the attentive patience he gives most things. He has never asked her to stop. She takes this as encouragement.

Life With Elpis

Maya and Elpis are twins and are almost entirely different people, and this has not been a problem for either of them. Maya leads. Elpis watches. Maya decides where they are going. Elpis comes, at his own pace, with his own observations about the route. Maya fills silences. Elpis fills the spaces that silences leave. She is louder. He is steadier. Somewhere between the two of them is a functional unit that has been navigating the Goodberryn household together since before either of them could walk. Maya does not always admit that she finds her brother's presence reassuring. She does not need to. She always ends up near him. He is always there. This arrangement has suited both of them well enough that neither has thought to question it.

The Pomegranate Period

Approximately four months ago, Maya encountered a pomegranate at a market stall and regarded it for an extended and serious period before accepting a small piece from the vendor. Her face did a number of things. She asked for another piece. She has, since that day, maintained a running interest in pomegranates that her parents describe as passionate and her brother describes as a lot. She carries one when she can get one. She does not always eat it. The act of having it seems to be its own point. Raya finds this charming. Hecks finds it practical, because the pomegranate is a reliable way to redirect Maya's attention when redirection is called for, and as a parent of several small children, he has learned to value reliability.

Starting School

Maya is nearly three, which means school. She has been told about school. She has been told there will be other children, which she approves of. She has been told there will be things to learn, which she is ready for. She has not been told that she will have to sit still for portions of it, and Raya has decided to let that be a discovery rather than a preview. Her teachers will find her energetic, emotionally expressive, and very interested in being noticed. They will also find, if they take the time to look, that she listens carefully when something genuinely earns her attention, that she is kinder to other children than her boldness might suggest, and that she has her father's instinct for noticing when someone nearby is not doing well. That last part she does not perform. It is simply something she does, the way she breathes, quietly and without announcement.

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Goals

To Sing Like Mama

Maya's clearest and most consistent goal is to do what her mother does: to stand in front of people and make something happen with her voice. She does not yet have the frame for what a bard is or what bardic magic means. She knows that her mother sings and that when her mother sings, people feel something, and she wants to be able to do that. She is already trying. She is getting better. At nearly three, better is arriving faster than anyone expected, and Raya, who knows what the early signs look like, is watching with the specific attention of a person who has been given something extraordinary to tend.

To Go Where the Good Things Are

Maya moves toward interesting things. This is less a goal than a fundamental operating principle, but it shapes everything she does: which rooms she enters, which people she approaches, which sounds she follows, which market stalls she stops at. She does not think of herself as someone who seeks things out. She simply goes where the good things are. School will give her a new set of rooms with new things to find in them, and she is, underneath the energy and the volume and the pomegranate, genuinely ready.

To Take Care of Her People

Maya does not talk about this goal. She may not know it is a goal. But she notices when Elpis is quietly struggling with something and goes and sits near him. She notices when Maple is unhappy and offers her something from her pouch without being asked. She notices when her parents are tired. She does not have the words for what she does with those observations, but she acts on them, in her way, and her way is always some version of staying close and making a little noise so nobody has to be alone in the quiet. This is her father's kindness wearing her mother's volume, and it is entirely, specifically hers.

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Current Status & Relationships

Residence

Goodberry

Role

Child

Parents

Family

ATTENTION!

Maya Goodberryn is nearly three years old, entirely pink, and in possession of a pomegranate. She is the daughter of Raya Goodberryn, one of Goodberry's most accomplished bards, and she has inherited her mother's musicality in a form that is already measurable and still growing. Her vocalizations carry natural rhythm and melodic structure that exceeds what most children her age can produce, and observers familiar with bardic heritage should note that this is early and the trajectory is clear. She is also, underneath the volume, her father's daughter: she notices when people are hurting, and she stays close, and she makes it a little warmer. Those two things together, in one small pink kobold, are worth paying attention to.