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1.1 What's your herd like? Do you like them? Dislike them?

Dislike them? The idea seems absolutely ridiculous to Kolr. On the one hand, of course Kolr likes her herd. She adores them. But on the other hand, it seems absolutely inconceivable to the pale girl-child that it would even be possible to dislike them. They are her everything. Kolr is no fool, and she is well aware that were she ever to be left on her own, she would not survive long. Her herd is what allows her to flourish in the harsh desert of Sedo. "They are awfully friendly." Kolr says after a pause, her voice diplomatic and her tone neutral. Truthfully, Kolr would be much happier if the folk simply smiled and nodded as a greeting, rather than offering flourishes of words and prolonged hugs. She didn't fault them for it of course, and knew that it was she who was the outlier, not them. Just because she liked to live in the silent fantasy world inside her mind did not mean that others felt the same way, and so despite the pangs of self-consciousness at the awkwardness of her body, Kolr offered and accepted hugs with a gracious smile, trying to let none of her internal disquiet show.

"It isn't easy to live in the desert." She continues, looking around the sandy shores of her arid home. "You have to be strong, and cunning." A smile wavers on her lips as she thinks of the Screamers, and how they suss-out potential dangers. "They've taught me everything I know. They are all I know." For some, this latter sentiment might seem like some sort of hint towards being unsatisfied. How could one be happy with their herd, if they've nothing to compare them to? Kolr's world view is not so philosophical however, and she is blissfully content to continue to live just as she has been, within the safe and familial bonds of the Serora herd. "So ... of course I like my herd." Kolr concludes, a wide smile on her angelically-pale features.

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1.2 You look like you’re in shape, what’s your secret? Tell or show us how you get your exercise!

For a moment Kolr says nothing. Clearly you must be joking after all, for Kolr is the farthest thing from being in shape. For a moment she wants to agree that is in in a shape, but decides not to, incase her words come across as unnecessarily rude. "Well you see, when I was born my legs were a bit crooked." She begins, looking down at her front two hooves which point towards each other rather than straight ahead. "Maybe if we lived somewhere with firmer footing it could have been righted when my bones were still growing, but that just wasn't possible out here." Despite the rather sad flavour of her story, Kolr appears just as happy as she had been moments ago, seemingly unaffected by her rather unfortunate handicap. "I find running very difficult. Even walking can be tricky, since it takes coordination to move across the sands and up and down dunes." Her slender shoulders rise and fall. There isn't much muscle on the rest of her body, presumably because she lacks the stamina to build them up.

"Exercise?" She repeats, seeming to mull over the concept in her mind. "Well..as you've probably noticed, just being out here is a bit of a workout. The temperature and dry heat make almost anything an athletic feat. And then there's the sand, which I've already mentioned." Kolr smiles, wondering just how much more information you need. "Sometimes just walking around Osulas is enough!" For someone so young with an already difficult start on life, Kolr is surprisingly optimistic about things. Or perhaps optimistic isn't the right word ... whatever she is, Kolr seems incredibly alright with her lot in life.

"I'm sure I could be in a bit better shape.." Kolr admits reluctantly, inhaling and exhaling loudly. "But that just isn't something that's a priority for me right now. So far it's alright, although I know if I ever want to travel around like my parents do, that I'll have to be able to endure a bit more."

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1.3 Do you have a talent? If so, what is it? Tell us about it! If not, tell us what you’d like and why!

"A talent? Hmmm." Never one to brag, Kolr looks down at her hooves as a warm pink flush colours her cheeks. But to not answer would be rude. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Kolr takes a breath, steadies herself, and then nods. "I'm alright at painting, I've been told." She begins almost sheepishly, but there's a clear sparkle in her baby-blue eyes; a telltale indication of just how much painting pleases her. "I've made brushes from some of the more porous wood around here, and have made the bristles either from my own hair, or from some of the fluff-life sprouts from some of the cactus around here." She continues, a hint of pride strengthening her voice. "It doesn't take very long to bind the hair and the wood together, although you do have to be careful or the bristles will create an uneven texture." Pausing, a smile beams out across her face. "Although, sometimes that can be exactly what you want! I've even dropped cactus spines and sand into my paint before to add texture. As you can see -" Kolr turns her head to survey the orange world around her, "The desert may look flat, but of course it isn't."

Pondering for a moment, Kolr continues. The pride has left her voice now and the awkwardness she feels at discussing herself stiffens her voice considerably. "I suppose I'm rather good at noticing that sort of thing as well. I'm a bit hopeless when it comes to my studies -- though I really do try! -- but some things just come naturally to me. Like looking at a tree and understanding how all the branches create the overall shape ... or not being confused or led astray by what the colours surrounding something are, but what the colour actually is. That can be quite tricky you know." Feeling as though this self-congratulations has gone on too long already, Kolr falls silent with a smile on her lips.

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1.4 Someone just stole something precious to you. What do you do about it?

"Oh.." Kolr's face looks crestfallen just at the thought of something like that happening. "No one in all of Sedo would do something like that. We're like a big family. I'm sure if something of mine was gone, then I'd probably just misplaced it. I can be very forgetful sometimes. Besides, our home is huge. I wouldn't dare think of accusing someone of having taken something of mine without having looked everywhere first. And of course that would be impossible to do!" Her shoulders rise and fall again, belaying just how uncomfortable with this conversation she is. A thief? In the Serora herd? Never!

"It would be much more likely that I had something someone else needed -- or maybe I borrowed something and didn't give it back -- and that's why it appears to be missing. It's just borrowed, and of course everything I have really belongs to everyone else, since I wouldn't be able to last a day out here on my own. If someone wants a paintbrush I've made, or some paint I've mixed up, they are of course welcome to them. I can always make more. It is only by Alya's love and grace that any of us are here at all. Everything I have is because of her good will, so why shouldn't I share?"

Kolr thought what she had said sounded like a pretty okay response, but she still thought the question was absolutely ludicrous. She would of course never press the issue, but she did think that the question was a bit odd. What was the point? What had others said? That they'd fight to get it back? She supposed that was the most likely answer, but even so ... there was only really brotherly fighting that occurred amongst some of the males, or spars between the warriors. But an actual fight? Kolr snorted slightly and shook her head. No, it was far too ridiculous to think about.

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1.5 What do you do every day? How are you an asset to your herd?

The first part of the question seems rather easy to answer. Kolr can describe the things she does in a day with no difficulties. But elaborating on how those activities make her an asset to her herd is a different matter entirely. It strikes a little too close to the previous question, that is, having Kolr expand on her more positive attributes. But it also makes her out to be a great deal more important than she actually is. Truthfully, is she an asset to her herd? Probably not. At least, not yet she certainly isn't. Maybe one day she will be, when she is much older, but for now she is more like a leaf in a rather shady area of a tree. She is alive because the tree is alive, but unfortunately she provides nothing in return to the tree.

"Well..I am still young, so there are many lessons for me to go to. I do try my best, but there is just so very much to learn! Anyways. When I do have free time, I usually make paint. There are so many different colours in Sedo, and colour is quite an important part of painting." She continues knowledgeably. "So I travel as far as I can without getting lost to try and find different plants to make pigments with. Then I bring them back, and either bake them in the sun, or boil them in water, or leave them to simply age before trying to extract their pigment."

But how am I an asset? Kolr wonders silently to herself, trying to stall for time. "And .. well, I am still rather young. One day I would like to be a Creator, and then perhaps I can give my paintings to the traders. I also like making maps, and I think that could be very helpful to have. But of course it's up to the herd, and whatever they think we need the most."

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1.6 What are your parents like? Tell us about them!

Kolr's parents are an easy subject to talk about. "Ilios and Xolani!" She breathes instantly, their names falling lovingly off of her lips. "My dad is a hybrid, which isn't super common. He's a trader, and so when he comes home he always smells of wildly different places and has so many stories to tell! I don't get to see him as often as I would like to, but that's okay. I know that every time he is gone he is doing something great for the herd! He's very noticeable too: he has a beautiful green horn, and the most interesting ivy-like markings on his body. It's like nothing I've ever seen before! I sort of thought that maybe one day I would see the same sort of markings on me, but nothing has happened yet!" The words come out all in a rush as Kolr gushes on about her father.

"And then there's Xolani. She was found by my father on one of his travels and was brought into the herd. They fell in love of course. I look a lot like my mom. She's the same pale colour as I am, which is really helpful in the desert. Our coats reflect the heat really well. She's a trader now too, so I don't see her much either. But that's alright! It isn't like I'm ever alone out here!" Kolr grins, and for a moment you can see a bit of Xolani's grace and elegance in her. "We're all like a family here though, but I do love my parents a lot. They're currently gone off on another trek, but I hope to see them back soon." Being a bit of a loner by choice and chance, Kolr had grown incredibly resilient (or at least she thought she had), and could cope quite well being on her own for extended periods of time.

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1.1 What's your herd like? Do you like them? Dislike them?

Dislike them? The idea seems absolutely ridiculous to Kolr. On the one hand, of course Kolr likes her herd. She adores them. But on the other hand, it seems absolutely inconceivable to the pale girl-child that it would even be possible to dislike them. They are her everything. Kolr is no fool, and she is well aware that were she ever to be left on her own, she would not survive long. Her herd is what allows her to flourish in the harsh desert of Sedo. "They are awfully friendly." Kolr says after a pause, her voice diplomatic and her tone neutral. Truthfully, Kolr would be much happier if the folk simply smiled and nodded as a greeting, rather than offering flourishes of words and prolonged hugs. She didn't fault them for it of course, and knew that it was she who was the outlier, not them. Just because she liked to live in the silent fantasy world inside her mind did not mean that others felt the same way, and so despite the pangs of self-consciousness at the awkwardness of her body, Kolr offered and accepted hugs with a gracious smile, trying to let none of her internal disquiet show.

"It isn't easy to live in the desert." She continues, looking around the sandy shores of her arid home. "You have to be strong, and cunning." A smile wavers on her lips as she thinks of the Screamers, and how they suss-out potential dangers. "They've taught me everything I know. They are all I know." For some, this latter sentiment might seem like some sort of hint towards being unsatisfied. How could one be happy with their herd, if they've nothing to compare them to? Kolr's world view is not so philosophical however, and she is blissfully content to continue to live just as she has been, within the safe and familial bonds of the Serora herd. "So ... of course I like my herd." Kolr concludes, a wide smile on her angelically-pale features.

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1.2 You look like you’re in shape, what’s your secret? Tell or show us how you get your exercise!

For a moment Kolr says nothing. Clearly you must be joking after all, for Kolr is the farthest thing from being in shape. For a moment she wants to agree that is in in a shape, but decides not to, incase her words come across as unnecessarily rude. "Well you see, when I was born my legs were a bit crooked." She begins, looking down at her front two hooves which point towards each other rather than straight ahead. "Maybe if we lived somewhere with firmer footing it could have been righted when my bones were still growing, but that just wasn't possible out here." Despite the rather sad flavour of her story, Kolr appears just as happy as she had been moments ago, seemingly unaffected by her rather unfortunate handicap. "I find running very difficult. Even walking can be tricky, since it takes coordination to move across the sands and up and down dunes." Her slender shoulders rise and fall. There isn't much muscle on the rest of her body, presumably because she lacks the stamina to build them up.

"Exercise?" She repeats, seeming to mull over the concept in her mind. "Well..as you've probably noticed, just being out here is a bit of a workout. The temperature and dry heat make almost anything an athletic feat. And then there's the sand, which I've already mentioned." Kolr smiles, wondering just how much more information you need. "Sometimes just walking around Osulas is enough!" For someone so young with an already difficult start on life, Kolr is surprisingly optimistic about things. Or perhaps optimistic isn't the right word ... whatever she is, Kolr seems incredibly alright with her lot in life.

"I'm sure I could be in a bit better shape.." Kolr admits reluctantly, inhaling and exhaling loudly. "But that just isn't something that's a priority for me right now. So far it's alright, although I know if I ever want to travel around like my parents do, that I'll have to be able to endure a bit more."

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1.3 Do you have a talent? If so, what is it? Tell us about it! If not, tell us what you’d like and why!

"A talent? Hmmm." Never one to brag, Kolr looks down at her hooves as a warm pink flush colours her cheeks. But to not answer would be rude. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Kolr takes a breath, steadies herself, and then nods. "I'm alright at painting, I've been told." She begins almost sheepishly, but there's a clear sparkle in her baby-blue eyes; a telltale indication of just how much painting pleases her. "I've made brushes from some of the more porous wood around here, and have made the bristles either from my own hair, or from some of the fluff-life sprouts from some of the cactus around here." She continues, a hint of pride strengthening her voice. "It doesn't take very long to bind the hair and the wood together, although you do have to be careful or the bristles will create an uneven texture." Pausing, a smile beams out across her face. "Although, sometimes that can be exactly what you want! I've even dropped cactus spines and sand into my paint before to add texture. As you can see -" Kolr turns her head to survey the orange world around her, "The desert may look flat, but of course it isn't."

Pondering for a moment, Kolr continues. The pride has left her voice now and the awkwardness she feels at discussing herself stiffens her voice considerably. "I suppose I'm rather good at noticing that sort of thing as well. I'm a bit hopeless when it comes to my studies -- though I really do try! -- but some things just come naturally to me. Like looking at a tree and understanding how all the branches create the overall shape ... or not being confused or led astray by what the colours surrounding something are, but what the colour actually is. That can be quite tricky you know." Feeling as though this self-congratulations has gone on too long already, Kolr falls silent with a smile on her lips.

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1.4 Someone just stole something precious to you. What do you do about it?

"Oh.." Kolr's face looks crestfallen just at the thought of something like that happening. "No one in all of Sedo would do something like that. We're like a big family. I'm sure if something of mine was gone, then I'd probably just misplaced it. I can be very forgetful sometimes. Besides, our home is huge. I wouldn't dare think of accusing someone of having taken something of mine without having looked everywhere first. And of course that would be impossible to do!" Her shoulders rise and fall again, belaying just how uncomfortable with this conversation she is. A thief? In the Serora herd? Never!

"It would be much more likely that I had something someone else needed -- or maybe I borrowed something and didn't give it back -- and that's why it appears to be missing. It's just borrowed, and of course everything I have really belongs to everyone else, since I wouldn't be able to last a day out here on my own. If someone wants a paintbrush I've made, or some paint I've mixed up, they are of course welcome to them. I can always make more. It is only by Alya's love and grace that any of us are here at all. Everything I have is because of her good will, so why shouldn't I share?"

Kolr thought what she had said sounded like a pretty okay response, but she still thought the question was absolutely ludicrous. She would of course never press the issue, but she did think that the question was a bit odd. What was the point? What had others said? That they'd fight to get it back? She supposed that was the most likely answer, but even so ... there was only really brotherly fighting that occurred amongst some of the males, or spars between the warriors. But an actual fight? Kolr snorted slightly and shook her head. No, it was far too ridiculous to think about.

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1.5 What do you do every day? How are you an asset to your herd?

The first part of the question seems rather easy to answer. Kolr can describe the things she does in a day with no difficulties. But elaborating on how those activities make her an asset to her herd is a different matter entirely. It strikes a little too close to the previous question, that is, having Kolr expand on her more positive attributes. But it also makes her out to be a great deal more important than she actually is. Truthfully, is she an asset to her herd? Probably not. At least, not yet she certainly isn't. Maybe one day she will be, when she is much older, but for now she is more like a leaf in a rather shady area of a tree. She is alive because the tree is alive, but unfortunately she provides nothing in return to the tree.

"Well..I am still young, so there are many lessons for me to go to. I do try my best, but there is just so very much to learn! Anyways. When I do have free time, I usually make paint. There are so many different colours in Sedo, and colour is quite an important part of painting." She continues knowledgeably. "So I travel as far as I can without getting lost to try and find different plants to make pigments with. Then I bring them back, and either bake them in the sun, or boil them in water, or leave them to simply age before trying to extract their pigment."

But how am I an asset? Kolr wonders silently to herself, trying to stall for time. "And .. well, I am still rather young. One day I would like to be a Creator, and then perhaps I can give my paintings to the traders. I also like making maps, and I think that could be very helpful to have. But of course it's up to the herd, and whatever they think we need the most."

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1.6 What are your parents like? Tell us about them!

Kolr's parents are an easy subject to talk about. "Ilios and Xolani!" She breathes instantly, their names falling lovingly off of her lips. "My dad is a hybrid, which isn't super common. He's a trader, and so when he comes home he always smells of wildly different places and has so many stories to tell! I don't get to see him as often as I would like to, but that's okay. I know that every time he is gone he is doing something great for the herd! He's very noticeable too: he has a beautiful green horn, and the most interesting ivy-like markings on his body. It's like nothing I've ever seen before! I sort of thought that maybe one day I would see the same sort of markings on me, but nothing has happened yet!" The words come out all in a rush as Kolr gushes on about her father.

"And then there's Xolani. She was found by my father on one of his travels and was brought into the herd. They fell in love of course. I look a lot like my mom. She's the same pale colour as I am, which is really helpful in the desert. Our coats reflect the heat really well. She's a trader now too, so I don't see her much either. But that's alright! It isn't like I'm ever alone out here!" Kolr grins, and for a moment you can see a bit of Xolani's grace and elegance in her. "We're all like a family here though, but I do love my parents a lot. They're currently gone off on another trek, but I hope to see them back soon." Being a bit of a loner by choice and chance, Kolr had grown incredibly resilient (or at least she thought she had), and could cope quite well being on her own for extended periods of time.

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