Ny'Obi Puddlefoot
Basic Information
Bloodline Ability
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Physical Description
At three, Ny'Obi is a little taller and a little steadier on her feet, but otherwise she has not changed much, and she would not want to. She is still an extremely fluffy dark grey catfolk kitten with the kind of fur that goes in several directions at once and seems to have opinions about this. Her coat is a deep charcoal with subtle darker stripes running through it, and it is still almost always somewhat sandy. Her eyes are a vivid, electric blue that take up a large share of her face, and these days they are usually paired with a wide, open-mouthed grin that shows off two tiny fangs. She is, as ever, nearly always holding her purple scoop.
She has graduated from overalls to a cream-and-blue striped shirt printed with a little sailboat, its sail marked with a paw print, and navy drawstring shorts, all of which collect sand with the same efficiency the overalls did. Her sandbox has acquired an orange bucket, a set of teal cups, and several shaped molds, but the scoop remains the senior instrument. Her small dark paws have soft pink pads and are very good at gripping things, a skill she has now extended to gripping the hands of new friends.
The electric blue eyes are striking in a way that people notice immediately and tend to mention, which Ny'Obi now takes as an excellent opening to start a conversation. Her ears are mobile and expressive in the catfolk way, swiveling toward interesting sounds before the rest of her has registered them, and her tail still communicates her emotional state with a specificity she has not yet learned to moderate. A twitching tail tip means she is thinking. A lashing tail means she is deep in a sand project and would prefer not to be interrupted. A high, curled tail means she has just spotted someone new to talk to. A full puffed tail means something has startled her, which at school usually means too many new faces arriving at once; it settles quickly once she has picked one of them and said hello.
Personality
- Friendly and chatty with absolutely everyone
- Easy to like; other children warm to her fast
- Endlessly curious about the world and its people
- Shares her discoveries (and now, briefly, her scoop)
- Bounces back quickly once she finds her footing
- Will dig anywhere that seems interesting, sandbox or not
- Overwhelmed when too many new faces arrive at once
- Misses Papa during the school day, and says so
- Her tail broadcasts every feeling to anyone watching
- Sand follows her everywhere, including to school
"Hi! I'm Ny'Obi! This is my scoop. What's your name?"
"Look! Look what I found!" [holding up a perfectly ordinary pebble to a complete stranger in the school sandbox, blue eyes enormous]
"Papa! I talked to FOUR new people today. One was a teacher. She liked my pebble."
- The sandbox, at home and now at school too
- Her purple scoop, still hers, mostly
- Meeting someone new and learning their name
- Papa Puff, whom she still follows with total devotion
- Finding treasures in the sand to show her new friends
- Being removed from the sandbox mid-project
- Saying goodbye to Papa at the school door
- Crowded rooms full of people she hasn't met yet
- Baths, which are sand removal and therefore bad
- When someone fills in a hole she dug without asking
Background & History
She has the Phoenixborn Ifrit birthsign, which among those who track such things is associated with intensity, curiosity, and a particular kind of persistence that does not respond well to obstacles. The sandbox, in this context, is less a toy than a vocation.
Puff she follows with particular devotion. Shadow Step she studies with the attentive curiosity of someone collecting information. Together, her parents have accepted that small amounts of sand in unexpected locations is simply a feature of their current life and have adjusted accordingly.
No one remembers exactly when the scoop became the scoop, but no one has questioned its importance. In the Puddlefoot household, the scoop is simply a fact, like the sand and the blue eyes and the way Ny'Obi greets a new hole with the specific open-mouthed trill of someone who has just discovered something wonderful.