Vesha

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Vesha is a small, round-faced kobold toddler with bright blue scales and a pair of large green eyes that belong entirely to her father. She has the typical compact build of a kobold child, made rounder still by the softness of youth. She has a small tuft of red hair at the crown of her head, a faint echo of her mother's vivid ponytail, which she allows no one to touch. Her tail is perpetually in motion. She is almost always either giggling or scowling, with very little in between.

Vesha has an unusual habit of reaching up to grab the nearest person's claw or finger when she is uncertain about something, without looking to see whose it is. She has her mother's stillness when she is truly focused on something, which happens rarely and without warning. Her green eyes are striking against her blue scales and are frequently the first thing strangers notice about her.

Vesha was born to Durkum and Skreecha in the small village they had rebuilt from nothing, and her arrival was the happiest event either of them had ever experienced. Durkum held her for three hours without setting her down. Skreecha watched him and cried, which she has never admitted to. For the first months of her life, Vesha knew only warmth, noise, two people who loved her completely, and the soft sounds of a home being kept.

Vesha was still an infant when the Faceless came. She has no memory of it. She does not know she died. She does not know that her father crawled out of the ruin of their life and spent over a year carrying her memory like a wound he would not let close. She knows none of this. She is two years old, and the world is enormous and interesting, and her father is very tall and her mother's hair is very red and everything is fine.

On Frostnight 2, 1304, a wave of magic passed through Goodberry's graveyard and Vesha opened her eyes in her mother's arms. To her, it was simply another moment following the last. She did not know there had been sixteen months of nothing between them. She looked around at the crowd of confused and weeping strangers, grabbed her mother's collar, and pointed at a beetle walking across a gravestone. Skreecha laughed, the kind of laugh that is almost crying. Somewhere nearby, Durkum dropped to his knees.

Vesha's goals are, at present, to be picked up, to investigate the beetle she saw, to find something to eat, to be picked up again, to pull on Skreecha's ponytail, and to determine whether the large strange man who keeps crying when he looks at her is trustworthy enough to reach for. She is making progress on all fronts.

Vesha is the daughter of a retired rogue and an F-grade Swolbold fighter. She has her father's eyes and, from early indications, her mother's instincts about exits. She is two years old and already navigating a resurrected life in a city she has never seen before with the cheerful adaptability of someone who has not yet learned to be afraid of things. Whatever she becomes, she will not be ordinary.