x.∷ 24
x.∷ Female
x.∷ Human?
x.∷ ??
x.∷ Snow White
x.∷ Sectoral Heterochromatic [Blue eyes with tints of quartz red]
x.∷ 5'5"
x.∷ 120 lbs.
And that is her charm, one that draws people to her like a moth to a flame. It comes naturally, even without her understanding, however; it's been good for her business. Perhaps it's the way she carries herself, a sort of gentleness laced with the kind of warmth one might find with a friend. Or perhaps it's the way she just smiles at people, like it's the most natural thing in the world for her. Perhaps it is, but Ai has given up trying to understand the smaller quirks to her personality. They're a part of her, and so she accepts that. She just does her best to keep her strangeness from throwing people off, or bringing unwanted attention. For all it's worth, having too much attention on herself makes her a little uncomfortable. It's strange to know that she's managed to run a business successfully, because of it.
Despite her warm heart, Aila is a very sweet person, thinking of ways to make other people happy. Whether it's from one of her creations, or simply lending a hand, she enjoys it. There's something about seeing a smile on someone's face, especially if they were in a dour mood. It pulls at her heart whenever someone is upset, and she tries her best to alleviate their burdens in any way she can. This is a trait she inherited from her father, or at least that was what her mother said. Like him, Aila is a kind soul, and wouldn't have the capacity to harm a living thing. Of course, she isn't so naïve as to believe she wouldn't protect herself if it came down to it. Life isn't that simple, though, and she knows that. She would just prefer to keep things from escalating if she could.
Perhaps most of all, though, Ai is herself. She doesn't try to pretend to be anyone else, and the notion of even thinking about it is laughable. She's quite comfortable in her own skin, and it shows in how she carries herself. There's a sort of confident stride hidden behind the warmth and gentleness, and a sort of peace. She's not narcissistic about it, and is quite humble. She let's her actions speak for her whenever she cannot find the words to express herself, and she does so in a manner that isn't intimidating or off-putting. It has taken her some time to come to terms with herself—she is rather odd-looking to some people—but she is happy. She hides any pain or sadness from those she cares about, and would prefer to be the person that people came to. She loves listening to people and their stories. It's quite fascinating learning about someone else's life.
Mikoto taught Aila the art of flower arrangement from her homeland: Ikebana. It had been taught to Mikoto when she was a child, and she had hoped to pass it on one day, as well. Aila did her best to be a diligent student, and learned all that she could from her mother. As she got older, Aila began taking the needed classes to make it a career, one day. She took floral classes in High School, and when she graduated, took the classes she needed in college. It was this this time in her life that she met her best friend, Adrien. Though he was older than her by a few years, he helped her through the tougher times in her life, including the year her mother passed.
He was a constant in her life, and she appreciated how thoughtful he always was. Because of their closeness, people often assumed that they were together, and neither of them had ever made an attempt to dissuade the idea. Aila often thought it was funny that people thought that, but she also understood why they did. It wasn't often that a man and a woman could be as close as they were without it seeming more intimate, however; they both knew that wasn't the case. Aila loved Adrien as if he were her brother, and he loved her as if she were his sister.
Once she graduated college, Aila had managed to save up a decent amount of money to open her floral shop in Sanctuary. She named it after the Elysian Fields, something she'd read about as a child. With Adrien's help, she offered him a job, and managed to make a name for herself. Although most of her clientele were people she'd grown up with, she'd managed to land out of town jobs, which earned her some popularity in the next town over. She was able to save up money to buy a van for such trips, and makes a trip at least once a month to the next town over for deliveries.
It's been at least five years since she opened her shop, and though she's had her ups and downs, she feels as if things have finally become stable. She has a job she loves to do, she's met people who have become dear to her, and she feels as if she's making her mother proud. At least she hopes she is. She'd be devastated if she learned otherwise, however; there is talk in Sanctuary, rumors of rising animal attacks that have her a bit worried.
She knows it'll be fine as long as they can keep it contained, but something still feels wrong. Like the air is slowly being poisoned somehow. She knows she's being superstitious, but she can't help herself. She just wants to make sure people are okay, and that they enjoy her arrangements.