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Nadia says she doesn’t like Japanese manga, but has a few collections here and there in her house (acquired from her shop, some don’t sell). Her favorite finished series is Nausicaa Of The Valley Of The Wind, and her favorite ongoing series is The Ancient Magus Bride.
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Send a ‘💤’ to take a peek at a dream my muse might have!
She was locked in a large, spacious library. This would normally be a good thing that she would love to have happen, but something about this spacious, marble carved library filled her with dread. Maybe it was the air, the absolute silence, the smell of decay, or how the darkness seemed to follow her from behind, but something about this place put her at unease.
On one of the reading chairs was a large book with a black cover, no writing, gold inlaid pages. Immediately, she wanted nothing to do with this book. Something about it called to her, like a siren calling to a sailor. She recognized the danger, but felt compelled to approach. To touch its cold cover, to pick it up and lay it in the crook of her arm and open it. The words were ancient, some of the writing was faded, but she quickly read and whispered it’s contents. Secrets of the universe and beyond, the source of all magic, the meaning of existance.
The knowledge sunk into her brain, and then tried to cloud her vision. She dropped the book and covered her eyes. Her hands felt hot, her feet felt cold, her body ached as though it was turning to stone. What was happening? Why did she feel this needed to happen, that she WANTED it to happen?
She tried to scream and force her eyes open--
--and they did. She was in her bedroom, safely tucked under the covers, a copy of Ten Thousand Uses For Living Heartstone Shards propped open by her leg. A dream. Oh, thank god it was a dream.
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“I was there when my mother died. She managed to whisper to my father that she loved him, and then she was gone, leaving us with my baby brother. Exhaustion from his birth. It was her sixth child.
“I remember holding little Arthur after father cleaned him up, so he could go wash off himself. I remember looking down at the baby and feeling horrified. I loved that little baby, but he took my mother from me! That was my first thought! But I realized that no, it wasn’t his fault. My father’s tradition and ambitions were what stolen my mother from me. And it was wished upon me and all my siblings too.
“I think I cried for the whole week.”
Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them?
Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions
Romantically, he’d let them go. It’s highly likely that the feelings were one-sided from whichever party it was that seeked his company in that situation. With his orientation Angor wants nothing to do with those sort of things as he does not see close relationships as something he’d want or feel like engaging in.
People he’d come to trust as friends however is a different story. When it comes to that scenario, of driving someone away, he would make an effort to come up with a way to mend things between whomever it may be and himself. Whatever odd method he uses could be taken as his version of an apology.
Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?
Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions
At first Renjai was very concerned. Concerned about lots of things - but primrially what if the troll she eventually found herself growing fond of was another Kadir in hiding? A whelp abuser and abandoner. One whom she would not hesitate to maim or kill if it were one of her own but the fear remained.
Now though she is much more at ease. The Kiltar (Draal, of course) that she’s found and settled with as her bond is so much better than she ever hoped she could find; both in character and skill with pups.
Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream?
Before her immortality, Nadia wanted to take over and expand the family farm. But due to having three older brothers, and her mother passing away after birthing child number six, her father made sure that wasn’t going to happen. Nadia still worked hard with the fields and animals, as well as taking care of the house, basically being the new mom to the other five children. She was reminded constantly that she’ll only be good for marrying off to another man who will send them money and goods to take care of her family. Nadia never accepted this reality, but any hope of having a place of her own to call home with whomever she chose was dashed.
Also, becoming a mother. As much as she loves kids, and is a motherly person, having a large family scares her. Coming back to her youth, her mother died giving birth to her sixth child. Her father talked constantly about how his own kids need to have as many of their kids as possible. It was near obsession. And it was something he brought up to Nadia A LOT. Dying in childbirth because someone else had lots of kids was not how she wanted to go out. It’s a sensitive subject (dare I say a trigger on some occasions), and it’s resulted in the decision to never use her Life Magic or have children.
?! What is the worst thing you've ever done to someone?
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Nadia shifts uncomfortably.
“The first thing that comes to mind is exiling Gunmar to the Darklands, but you must be thinking of someone who didn’t deserve it?”
She thinks for a moment, before shifting again.
“I... I watched a man die. Before the war. I could have done something, I was already fairly skilled in magic, and I could have done something. I didn’t. I was... I didn’t think at the time I could have done anything. He was ripped to shreds before my eyes and I just... I couldn’t do anything but watch.”
rain
Being a farmer’s daughter, Nadia LOVES the rain. As a little girl, she’d run out and play in it, willingly getting soaked to her bones. Only to get sick from the chill a day or so later. Every. Single. Time. She didn’t care, she’d still splash in puddles and try to drink raindrops.
Today, she still loves the rain. It’s the perfect time to go out and practice magic, since everyone is inside and wouldn’t look out often. Plus, the cloud cover might cause some trolls to come out and she could visit. However, if it’s raining cats and dogs, Nadia would stay inside with a cup of tea or hot chocolate and a book. She can’t take a hard rain like she could when she was younger.
