I was born in a rich imperial city. my family was a line of very rich faeries. I don't know why, but one day, when I was three, I toddled out into the city and found a band of gypsies. I was entranced with their lifestyle, and they taught me their ways. I went there every day until I was ten. my parents were unhappy that I was growing up to be a member of such low-class, but the law of the land stated that I could grow up to be whatever I wanted and my parents couldn't stop me.
when I was fifteen, I left home and lived a single life as a lone gypsy. I danced a lot. on my travels all over the earth, I met a gypsy man named Mahako. we were very much in love, and got married a while later. he bought me polaria as a wedding gift. we lived together as a duo for awhile, we sung and danced a lot. the last time I saw him here she chokes up was when he went to visit his dying mother. he never returned. I was seven months pregnant when he left, and after two months of moping and wearing black silk, I had a baby. a blue baby. a stillborn. begins sobbing uncontrollably she was a girl, and we had planned to name a girl, if we had one, Kavaya. so I had Kavaya cremated and her ashes put into a small jar on a chain pulls out a necklace with a vile full of gray ash and moved on. that's when I got here, right after Kavaya died. polaria has been so helpful.