Name: Tirranna
Meaning: Running Water
Gender: Female
Age: Around 21 yrs
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Residence: The outward Clearing closest to the Main Forrest settled downward from the mountains.
Occupation: Huntress/homemaker who dabbles in herbs and cures.
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Appearance: Generally lithe in frame and stature with agile movements for her daily outings and routine. Off black to a deep brown is a mane that trails down her shoulders which she usually braids into a single tail. Her face is rather soft looking with fleshy cheeks and a deep yet gentle set of auburn eyes that glimmer when something catches her attention. Overall she is well-proportioned yet thin and healthy.
She generally wears a light yet suitable shirt falling down over her waist and hips held down by a while fox mink pelt she made into a belt from her childhood. Usually, she dresses in pants that fringe on the sides and moccasins to keep her feet warm. Sometimes when the winter snows arrive she'll pull out her hides sewn into usable coats for warmth when needed.
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Abilities: Able to locate healing herbs she practices making medicines and ointments to aid her four-footed equine friends who live nearby. Knowledge of playing the flute in various melodies is the specialty she partakes in life. She also has good cooking knowledge, practicing her skills in fine cuisine and special treats for the curious soquili that come around when the cooking pot is being heated.
Tirrana is also learning how to handle and react to the different breeds of soquili that come and go. She's found herself quite talented at basket weaving, preparing for the future of the roaming herd. Able to assist mares in their pregnancies, she's become much like a midwife in helping her friends when they deliver.
Overall she considers herself a friend to all the soquili and still remembers to this day when Celendria paid her a visit.
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History: From little on up Tirrana has always dreamed of seeing the legend known as a Soquili or wind horse as they were known. She'd sit up for hours during the night just to glimpse one to prove the old tales true.
But waiting from childhood, teen, and then finally adult the legend seemed but a single wish that would never be granted. Then one day she set out with her flute in hand, seeking time to reflect and enjoy the summer days that would soon give into Fall then eventually winter.
As she began playing her eyes brightened in astonishment for on the hillside stood a magnificent blue mare adorned with a white falling mane that fell over her like a playful brook. The creature's eyes held much wisdom and serene nature about them, simply drinking in the young girl and her melody that danced off her flute, waltzing within the air around her. Finally, the legend was the truth instead of whimsical fiction.
From that moment on she rejoiced that this "ice mare" had made a sanctuary in the clearing so close to her teepee. She'd sit for hours on end watching the mare invite others to stay. The mare raised two foals, not of her own, and cared for the other herd members who accepted her welcome.
To Tirranna seeing this mare brought much joy and hope to the native girl. For soquili, it was a perfect dream, which she now lives and breathes as if it were meant to be that way.
