Calaris had always been interested in the ocean. Growing up in Ildon near the beach, they had always been soothed by the sound of the waves in a way that their mother never quite could, and they were just as restless as them. Incredibly loud and unpredictable, Calaris was a menace on her family. Despite their behavior and their constant desire for freedom to go to the water, their family still loved her. They supported Calaris when they wanted to spend hours in the sand, digging for shells that they had buried just yesterday. They had supported her dream to join the High Kingdom of Idunia's navy. However, just as the waves that Calaris loved so dearly are, their life was unpredictable. As they got older, their body began to behave more strangely. While their interest had never faded, their body had began to. Once, when they had left their home to go into town, their leg had begun to lag behind them. It hurt ever so slightly, but it was not enough for concern. They could never sit down and lick their wounds after all, they had to keep moving. There was no time to cry to the ocean about it, there was a greater cause to serve, after all.
