Her mother, a wood elf, felt the call of motherhood unlike any other. This was very hard, being an elf and nearly infertile. Apparently this did not deter her, as Shaye's earliest memories are of a boisterous home. Many siblings surrounded her and she remember their warm presence. The only memory of mother is her, sitting in bed, coddling and cooing at her newest baby while the next youngest cries.
The next memory is a man with eyes like purple gems carrying Shaye in his arms, frantically looking over his shoulder.
Then a bright light. Then darkness.
The new parents found Shaye on their doorstep, swaddled with a nametag and a sniffle. The human couple gladly took her in and raised her among their own. Shaye fit in well with the Highlanders but still was not raised AS one of their own. She remember the swirling emotions of jealousy, gratitude, contempt, and love. But she loved and was loved nonetheless. However love will only get you so far. When Shaye came of age, her foster parents informed her that they could no longer afford to house her and they especially could no longer afford rejecting the proposal offers of the local boys. They packed a bag and off Shaye went. Eager to meet and make new friends, she gave everything but the clothes on my back, and even then got very close to that. Finally, she did make a friend, who gave her a gift. Vixxle, the short, snarky goblin who warned from tricks and scams and showed appreciation for Shaye's skills of whittling and gardening. They have been travelling Haense and trading together since.
(I know Vixxle's player IRL and we have both agreed on our characters being friends).
Shaye jumps, startled, but quickly smiles at the man. "Oh, thank you! To answer your question, I'm not quite sure yet!" she laughs, a sweet sound. "Could you show me around?" She clasps the man's hand in her own, squeezing gently.
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