Haya Chaymin

Note: Juno goes by she/her and they/them

Rain was either good or bad weather depending on who you ask. For some the rain was dreary, gloomy or a nuisance. Some find the rain to be a bother that can ruin plans in an instant. Others may find the rain to be calming, a natural splendor to help water plants, or a nice excuse to stay indoors. For Juno a rainy day meant a day where she can stand outside.

Because of her sensitivity to sunlight venturing out during the day was always something she needed to proceed with caution. But when it rained, she could sit out in the porch that wrapped around her house in the middle of the day without the need to transform or cover herself in a long cloak. And she took every chance she could get, even if it meant throwing odd her sleep schedule.

Maybe it was because she had never been formally introduced since being ‘rescued’ by Grimora after her faithless encounter with Syn-… and what an ordeal and a half that had been sending her mother into a tizzy. Zehra had scarcely been allowed to leave the lodge which, could explain her drive to venture out and run her mothers errands. Haya had always loved the rain-… the smell of fresh petrichor in the air reminded her of her ‘glory days’ when she was still an active participant in the game as more than just an echo.

Zehra didn’t see the appeal, needless to say.

An unimpressed look rested on the girls face as she gathered her skirt carefully not to let it touch the mud under her bare feet, ducking under a small pavilion as one hand rose to feel the knots of her hair ensuring their resistance to the weather. When she had heard the-… well more like sensed the slight footsteps of another’s approach, Zehra had whipped about in an instant with wide green eyes reflecting surprise.

“Scrybe of Shadows?”

@scrybeofchance

"BERNARD! We've been over this!! Do not summon your war hammer in the house! You always hit it against the ceiling!!" A normally tamed voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. It couldn't entierly be certain where the shout came from but based off how clear it was, it was safe to say it was nearby. As a prompt:

"Sorry" Is heard from shortly after "Sometimes I forget about that rule. But to be fair Eira summons her sword from time to time so I forget that rule applies to me"

"That is because her sword is more compact and she isn't tall enough to hit the ceiling let alone touch it unless she jumps-" The more so light hearted argument continues towards the door. Several locks could be heard being unlatched over the sound of the unknown person's words before it is pulled opened reveal the Scrybe of shadows looking over her shoulder as she continued on with her sentence only to cut off when she turns around and looks at who was standing at the door with a wide golden eye.

Haya nodded slowly as Juno walked back towards her, watching the cup brim with the tea as she brought her hands up to tug on her ears as her lips pursed together silently. A soft gurgle built in her throat as her tail unfolded from around her leg, swishing gently behind her as she dragged her nails over her cheeks. Her sigil flickered once again as she cocked her head to the side, her attention being caught sharply by a small sparrow outside.

"Excuse me, You are Miss Haya correct? I'm Freyja, Juno's daughter. I wanted to stop by and say hello!" She says with a smile. "I also came to ask you a question on behalf of my mother if I may. During the holidays do you decorate your boat at all? Such as with small ornaments or garland? Or whatever decorations that are associated with your respected holiday? Or do you not decorate at all?"

(Hi friend! wanted fejya to interact with Haya I hope you don't mind! Happy holidays! ---Misty @junoscrybeofshadows )

(Hi friends! I don’t mind at all!!)

The boat had been docked at the wilting and barren edge of the fourth finger for some time, the somewhat plucky Scrybe of the Dead having permitted her to stay for a while as she made her ship sea-worthy for the winter. She was very late, she should’ve done this months ago but she was busy with the Sommarcrest gathering, now she was in a tussle to work this out before the fated solstice.

Perking up slightly as she heard a voice, Haya’s ear flicked softly to the side before she sat up and emerged from underneath the players table with a head cocked to the side slightly. She looked so much like her mothers-… it wasn’t hard to identify her at all, to which Haya smiled kindly before chuckling and allowing her tail to swish silently around the both of them.

“Hello to you as well, little one.”

Haya chimed with a sort of rumble in her throat as she brushed away the several tiny mushroom beings puttering around at their feet as she gingerly collected the basket from the child.

“I do decorate, I celebrate Yuletide. Usually this is a bit more… extravagant. Have a simmer pot of cinnamon, perhaps the peals of a fresh cut orange. That and the light of the candles from my altar on the back counter, but I’m afraid I’ve had little time to manage it this year. I did manage to pry my pine garland from my husband though, so that will probably decorate the sides by the time I set off again. Next year, when Kirsi is old enough to leave with me to the Aisles, I’ll teach her to make diamonds with her hands and coal.”

The eyeless beast turned to the counter to gesture loosely to her altar before baking her wings out just slightly as she stretched her back. Turning back to let her sigils focus on the small child before her, the mushrooms beginning to climb her clothing-… she smiled again before offering an extended hand.

“Maybe I could show you, too, sometimes.”

“It is lovely, and much appreciated. You’ve done very well on this piece, I imagine you’ll be rivaling them soon enough, little star.”

Nodding her head as she stretched back and allowed her wings to rest against the back of the booth, Haya chittered softly as she listened to Freyja speak about the two of her mothers.

“Scrybe of Shadows?”

@scrybeofchance

"BERNARD! We've been over this!! Do not summon your war hammer in the house! You always hit it against the ceiling!!" A normally tamed voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. It couldn't entierly be certain where the shout came from but based off how clear it was, it was safe to say it was nearby. As a prompt:

"Sorry" Is heard from shortly after "Sometimes I forget about that rule. But to be fair Eira summons her sword from time to time so I forget that rule applies to me"

"That is because her sword is more compact and she isn't tall enough to hit the ceiling let alone touch it unless she jumps-" The more so light hearted argument continues towards the door. Several locks could be heard being unlatched over the sound of the unknown person's words before it is pulled opened reveal the Scrybe of shadows looking over her shoulder as she continued on with her sentence only to cut off when she turns around and looks at who was standing at the door with a wide golden eye.

Haya waved politely at each of the others that passed the door, being cordial as always. Hearing her ask about a bath and clean clothes, Haya moved to peer down at herself and examine the crushed blood on her skin and clothes. She should’ve been bashful, maybe even embarrassed a bit, but she only seemed a bit perplexed. Chittering softly as she held the cup in her hand and sipped from it, a few moments passed before she hummed a careful tune, nodding her head again.

"Excuse me, You are Miss Haya correct? I'm Freyja, Juno's daughter. I wanted to stop by and say hello!" She says with a smile. "I also came to ask you a question on behalf of my mother if I may. During the holidays do you decorate your boat at all? Such as with small ornaments or garland? Or whatever decorations that are associated with your respected holiday? Or do you not decorate at all?"

(Hi friend! wanted fejya to interact with Haya I hope you don't mind! Happy holidays! ---Misty @junoscrybeofshadows )

(Hi friends! I don’t mind at all!!)

The boat had been docked at the wilting and barren edge of the fourth finger for some time, the somewhat plucky Scrybe of the Dead having permitted her to stay for a while as she made her ship sea-worthy for the winter. She was very late, she should’ve done this months ago but she was busy with the Sommarcrest gathering, now she was in a tussle to work this out before the fated solstice.

Perking up slightly as she heard a voice, Haya’s ear flicked softly to the side before she sat up and emerged from underneath the players table with a head cocked to the side slightly. She looked so much like her mothers-… it wasn’t hard to identify her at all, to which Haya smiled kindly before chuckling and allowing her tail to swish silently around the both of them.

“Hello to you as well, little one.”

Haya chimed with a sort of rumble in her throat as she brushed away the several tiny mushroom beings puttering around at their feet as she gingerly collected the basket from the child.

“I do decorate, I celebrate Yuletide. Usually this is a bit more… extravagant. Have a simmer pot of cinnamon, perhaps the peals of a fresh cut orange. That and the light of the candles from my altar on the back counter, but I’m afraid I’ve had little time to manage it this year. I did manage to pry my pine garland from my husband though, so that will probably decorate the sides by the time I set off again. Next year, when Kirsi is old enough to leave with me to the Aisles, I’ll teach her to make diamonds with her hands and coal.”

The eyeless beast turned to the counter to gesture loosely to her altar before baking her wings out just slightly as she stretched her back. Turning back to let her sigils focus on the small child before her, the mushrooms beginning to climb her clothing-… she smiled again before offering an extended hand.

“Maybe I could show you, too, sometimes.”

Haya seemed a bit surprised he spoke about her to others, but was not displeased. She made no move to brush the girl off as she smiled and nodded her head before turning back and patting the table, sitting down in the booth before folding her hands together.

“Scrybe of Shadows?”

@scrybeofchance

"BERNARD! We've been over this!! Do not summon your war hammer in the house! You always hit it against the ceiling!!" A normally tamed voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. It couldn't entierly be certain where the shout came from but based off how clear it was, it was safe to say it was nearby. As a prompt:

"Sorry" Is heard from shortly after "Sometimes I forget about that rule. But to be fair Eira summons her sword from time to time so I forget that rule applies to me"

"That is because her sword is more compact and she isn't tall enough to hit the ceiling let alone touch it unless she jumps-" The more so light hearted argument continues towards the door. Several locks could be heard being unlatched over the sound of the unknown person's words before it is pulled opened reveal the Scrybe of shadows looking over her shoulder as she continued on with her sentence only to cut off when she turns around and looks at who was standing at the door with a wide golden eye.

“Big hammer, shake the house?”

Haya coughed softly as she spoke, swallowing hard as she rubbed her nose again, ears flicking against her head. Her tail had curled tightly around her left leg as her hooves clicked softly against the floor, eye sigils darting around curiously before settling back on the Scrybe of Shadows again.

"Excuse me, You are Miss Haya correct? I'm Freyja, Juno's daughter. I wanted to stop by and say hello!" She says with a smile. "I also came to ask you a question on behalf of my mother if I may. During the holidays do you decorate your boat at all? Such as with small ornaments or garland? Or whatever decorations that are associated with your respected holiday? Or do you not decorate at all?"

(Hi friend! wanted fejya to interact with Haya I hope you don't mind! Happy holidays! ---Misty @junoscrybeofshadows )

(Hi friends! I don’t mind at all!!)

The boat had been docked at the wilting and barren edge of the fourth finger for some time, the somewhat plucky Scrybe of the Dead having permitted her to stay for a while as she made her ship sea-worthy for the winter. She was very late, she should’ve done this months ago but she was busy with the Sommarcrest gathering, now she was in a tussle to work this out before the fated solstice.

Perking up slightly as she heard a voice, Haya’s ear flicked softly to the side before she sat up and emerged from underneath the players table with a head cocked to the side slightly. She looked so much like her mothers-… it wasn’t hard to identify her at all, to which Haya smiled kindly before chuckling and allowing her tail to swish silently around the both of them.

“Hello to you as well, little one.”

Haya chimed with a sort of rumble in her throat as she brushed away the several tiny mushroom beings puttering around at their feet as she gingerly collected the basket from the child.

“I do decorate, I celebrate Yuletide. Usually this is a bit more… extravagant. Have a simmer pot of cinnamon, perhaps the peals of a fresh cut orange. That and the light of the candles from my altar on the back counter, but I’m afraid I’ve had little time to manage it this year. I did manage to pry my pine garland from my husband though, so that will probably decorate the sides by the time I set off again. Next year, when Kirsi is old enough to leave with me to the Aisles, I’ll teach her to make diamonds with her hands and coal.”

The eyeless beast turned to the counter to gesture loosely to her altar before baking her wings out just slightly as she stretched her back. Turning back to let her sigils focus on the small child before her, the mushrooms beginning to climb her clothing-… she smiled again before offering an extended hand.

“Maybe I could show you, too, sometimes.”

Roommates, such a casual term for such a genuine reunion. Haya played coy often, it was in her nature to behave as such in subtle avoidance of seeming overly invested. Truth was it was her quiet and seemingly aloof nature that allowed her to collect the vital information she almost always had.

She smiled softly as Freyja sipped from the mug before gesturing to it with a soft chuckle, shrugging her shoulders as her sigils flickered again.

“Scrybe of Shadows?”

@scrybeofchance

"BERNARD! We've been over this!! Do not summon your war hammer in the house! You always hit it against the ceiling!!" A normally tamed voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. It couldn't entierly be certain where the shout came from but based off how clear it was, it was safe to say it was nearby. As a prompt:

"Sorry" Is heard from shortly after "Sometimes I forget about that rule. But to be fair Eira summons her sword from time to time so I forget that rule applies to me"

"That is because her sword is more compact and she isn't tall enough to hit the ceiling let alone touch it unless she jumps-" The more so light hearted argument continues towards the door. Several locks could be heard being unlatched over the sound of the unknown person's words before it is pulled opened reveal the Scrybe of shadows looking over her shoulder as she continued on with her sentence only to cut off when she turns around and looks at who was standing at the door with a wide golden eye.

Haya cleared her throat again, as if she just couldn’t knock out the flym and brittle built up from the hunt, rubbing her nose softly before staring down at her bloodied hands, long dried. She looked back up with a soft breath as she was ushered inside, tail tucking slowly between her legs as she fiddled with her necklace, cocking her head ever so slightly to the side in clear curiosity.

She was happy to hear the little one was safe and well, having grown quiet fond of her, just as fond as she was of her mothers. Hearing the Scrybe of Shadows ask about medicine, her ear flicked gently again before folding against her head as she nodded slowly, cautiously.

"Excuse me, You are Miss Haya correct? I'm Freyja, Juno's daughter. I wanted to stop by and say hello!" She says with a smile. "I also came to ask you a question on behalf of my mother if I may. During the holidays do you decorate your boat at all? Such as with small ornaments or garland? Or whatever decorations that are associated with your respected holiday? Or do you not decorate at all?"

(Hi friend! wanted fejya to interact with Haya I hope you don't mind! Happy holidays! ---Misty @junoscrybeofshadows )

(Hi friends! I don’t mind at all!!)

The boat had been docked at the wilting and barren edge of the fourth finger for some time, the somewhat plucky Scrybe of the Dead having permitted her to stay for a while as she made her ship sea-worthy for the winter. She was very late, she should’ve done this months ago but she was busy with the Sommarcrest gathering, now she was in a tussle to work this out before the fated solstice.

Perking up slightly as she heard a voice, Haya’s ear flicked softly to the side before she sat up and emerged from underneath the players table with a head cocked to the side slightly. She looked so much like her mothers-… it wasn’t hard to identify her at all, to which Haya smiled kindly before chuckling and allowing her tail to swish silently around the both of them.

“Hello to you as well, little one.”

Haya chimed with a sort of rumble in her throat as she brushed away the several tiny mushroom beings puttering around at their feet as she gingerly collected the basket from the child.

“I do decorate, I celebrate Yuletide. Usually this is a bit more… extravagant. Have a simmer pot of cinnamon, perhaps the peals of a fresh cut orange. That and the light of the candles from my altar on the back counter, but I’m afraid I’ve had little time to manage it this year. I did manage to pry my pine garland from my husband though, so that will probably decorate the sides by the time I set off again. Next year, when Kirsi is old enough to leave with me to the Aisles, I’ll teach her to make diamonds with her hands and coal.”

The eyeless beast turned to the counter to gesture loosely to her altar before baking her wings out just slightly as she stretched her back. Turning back to let her sigils focus on the small child before her, the mushrooms beginning to climb her clothing-… she smiled again before offering an extended hand.

“Maybe I could show you, too, sometimes.”

Haya nodded her head softly as Freyja mentioned wanting a drink, turning to her storage container with a small chuckle as her tail swished behind her. She pointed absently as she muttered to herself before turning back, her eye sigils flickering as they cast over the small apprentice again.

“I have bone broth, and I have tea-… butterfly pea flower, as well as some honey and lemon to go with it. There’s also water. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“Scrybe of Shadows?”

@scrybeofchance

"BERNARD! We've been over this!! Do not summon your war hammer in the house! You always hit it against the ceiling!!" A normally tamed voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. It couldn't entierly be certain where the shout came from but based off how clear it was, it was safe to say it was nearby. As a prompt:

"Sorry" Is heard from shortly after "Sometimes I forget about that rule. But to be fair Eira summons her sword from time to time so I forget that rule applies to me"

"That is because her sword is more compact and she isn't tall enough to hit the ceiling let alone touch it unless she jumps-" The more so light hearted argument continues towards the door. Several locks could be heard being unlatched over the sound of the unknown person's words before it is pulled opened reveal the Scrybe of shadows looking over her shoulder as she continued on with her sentence only to cut off when she turns around and looks at who was standing at the door with a wide golden eye.

Her voice was strained, as if she hadn’t used it in a while-… in reality it may’ve just been hoarse from all the shouting she had done in the hunt. She did look a bit like a drowned cat though, her hair a mess and bloom still staining the skin of her face and hands from the kill-… it was fresh, and it was ready to be skinned and stored.

“Bernard,”

Haya greeted shortly, but not coldly. It would take a little bit for her voice to fully restore she thinks, but there was no harm in short and direct sentences. She offered a toothy grin, though it seemed a bit different from before, like she had almost forgotten what it meant to be social. She could try, though.

"Excuse me, You are Miss Haya correct? I'm Freyja, Juno's daughter. I wanted to stop by and say hello!" She says with a smile. "I also came to ask you a question on behalf of my mother if I may. During the holidays do you decorate your boat at all? Such as with small ornaments or garland? Or whatever decorations that are associated with your respected holiday? Or do you not decorate at all?"

(Hi friend! wanted fejya to interact with Haya I hope you don't mind! Happy holidays! ---Misty @junoscrybeofshadows )

(Hi friends! I don’t mind at all!!)

The boat had been docked at the wilting and barren edge of the fourth finger for some time, the somewhat plucky Scrybe of the Dead having permitted her to stay for a while as she made her ship sea-worthy for the winter. She was very late, she should’ve done this months ago but she was busy with the Sommarcrest gathering, now she was in a tussle to work this out before the fated solstice.

Perking up slightly as she heard a voice, Haya’s ear flicked softly to the side before she sat up and emerged from underneath the players table with a head cocked to the side slightly. She looked so much like her mothers-… it wasn’t hard to identify her at all, to which Haya smiled kindly before chuckling and allowing her tail to swish silently around the both of them.

“Hello to you as well, little one.”

Haya chimed with a sort of rumble in her throat as she brushed away the several tiny mushroom beings puttering around at their feet as she gingerly collected the basket from the child.

“I do decorate, I celebrate Yuletide. Usually this is a bit more… extravagant. Have a simmer pot of cinnamon, perhaps the peals of a fresh cut orange. That and the light of the candles from my altar on the back counter, but I’m afraid I’ve had little time to manage it this year. I did manage to pry my pine garland from my husband though, so that will probably decorate the sides by the time I set off again. Next year, when Kirsi is old enough to leave with me to the Aisles, I’ll teach her to make diamonds with her hands and coal.”

The eyeless beast turned to the counter to gesture loosely to her altar before baking her wings out just slightly as she stretched her back. Turning back to let her sigils focus on the small child before her, the mushrooms beginning to climb her clothing-… she smiled again before offering an extended hand.

“Maybe I could show you, too, sometimes.”

“Yes, I learned forms of alchemy from the mad magician in the floating mountains, and before that it was just something that came naturally to me. It’s change. It’s growth-… nothing every truly stays the same, you know.”

The beast smiled once more as she ducked her head to a voice catching her horns on one of the hanging ropes above them.