Thea the Salandit

"Ah, um, hi? I've got scarves and little dolls, and if you come back in a few days, I could make something bigger for you, I'm pretty sure."Thea knew what was expected of her as she grew older; it was the same as her mother, and her mother's mother, going all the way back until memory faded. Grow big, and master her pheromones until she could bend people to her will, forcing them to serve and care for her. But, she never could find the confidence to begin. Something inside her froze whenever the opportunity came up, and she couldn't bring herself to truly control others. "Weaving is quiet. I don't have to try and talk to people, and I can just lose myself in the rhythm of the shuttle."Ashamed, she ran away from home and begged for a living in Redpetal, where a Pidgeot weaver and seamstress in the town took pity on her and apprenticed the self-conscious Salandit. Thea had a knack for finding the right texture in the thread, and a good eye for color and patterns. Grateful to have a thing to be proud of, she threw herself into her work, hungrily learning everything her mentor was willing to teach, including how to create charms that would supposedly help her "reach out" to people, bring good luck, or punish those that would harm her."It's alright being alone, really. I've gotten used to it; besides, I have all my creations to keep me company!"Eventually, Thea's mentor passed away. The Pidgeot was old, and she knew that her time would come before long, but before she died, she left the young Salandit in control of the shop. Thea didn't take the loss well. She retreated into her room, pouring her energy into weaving little woolen dolls of people she knew, so even if they also left, they wouldn't really be gone. Only leaving to get food or make the rare sale to keep the place open, it took some time before she was comfortable enough to pick up her life and keep going."O-oh! I love the way your fur catches the light! I know it's a little weird, but can I... keep a strand?"She still has a habit of making dolls. Any time someone catches her eye, or she thinks someone is cute, she'll commemorate them in buttons and wool. If she really likes them, she'll seal a bit of herself in the doll, or maybe a bit of them; a strand of hair, a shed scale, or the tip of a claw. According to her mentor, it brings her closer to the object of her affection. Little does Thea suspect how right that really is; many of her creations are inextricably linked to the soul they resemble, and when she holds them tight while her emotions are high, whatever she does to her toys happens in the world beyond.
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