Moira

snatching this page for the design from morpho's blog
moira (n.) a person's fate or destiny
*female NightWing/IceWing hybrid
*timeline: a few decades after the whole JMA prophecy shebang
*disregarding the third arc because I can
*also the NightWings live in the peninsula off the Sand Kingdom now, independent of the RainWings
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Even after the war, IceWings and NightWings are highly suspicious of each other. They're not going to let go of their age-old prejudices that fast. Sure, Moon ended the war through empathy and hope and all that jazz, but that doesn't mean the two tribes will immediately unite, singing and dancing. If only.
My name is Moira. My parents were idiots to have me in this world. I'm a diplomat, the first diplomat. The only diplomat. I spend my days winging between the Rainforest and the Ice Kingdom, bringing news, negotiations between the two tribes. Sometimes the two tribes meet at the Five-Tail River, and that's my time to shine. Sort of.
They argue, and they never stop. They gather in a big pavilion, the IceWings here, the NightWings there, and I sit in the middle, regulating the discussion. As if I can. I smooth over the arguments, tell them to stop, keep the peace, stay logical, stay calm, cool, collected, calm, calm.
Stay logical. It's easier said than done. Numbers, figures, dance around me from the negotiations, offerings have to make sense, perfectly balanced, not one side outweighing the other. It's got to be accurate. It needs to be perfect.
My parents ask me if it's stressful, floating alone, belonging to both sides but not wholly. The answer is yes, it is stressful, but that's all right, logic is my safe haven anyway. I make everything fair. I balance them. I give everyone else a good life.
I push my emotions down, ignore it when they beg for aid because they're struggling. Tribes can't go around giving out goods to others. One of them loses, the other one gains. It's unbalanced. So I ignore those words, leave them hanging in the air until they disappear.
Because some things are unfair, and we can't have that.
My name is Moira. I'm a diplomat. I'm happy. I'm happy.
I'm happy.
* happy rhymes with snappy
* as you probably guessed, she is Not Happy
* all sarcastic remarks and jibes, a being of sharp edges
* don't cut yourself on her corners, she won't try to fix you
* the truth is, she's delicate as ice
* this metaphor is wearing itself out
* sorta an ambivert - fine with conversation, but doesn't actively seek it out
* emotions? empathy? i'm not familiar with those
* relies on logic to get things done
* sort of has an obsession with making things fair
* not because it'll make others happy, no
* because fairness needs to be there if you want justice too
* the world has to be orderly
* smooth
* she's a part of that
* not much self-esteem
* thinks quickly, speaks quicker
* pretty loyal to her companions, but not like until death or anything
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