The face of innocents. A calm calamity. The Saint.
Curious. Unsociable. Anxious. Distrusting. Introvert.
Head: Scarf
Chest: Chameleon Shirt and Jacket
Hands:
16 years ago ...
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"Raifai, come quick!" A man came from around the corner quickly to see what the woman needed. In the humble two room cottage, it wasn't as if it was hard to find where someone was, let alone in their little village. The charcoal skinned man came to the woman's aid and smiled lightly, placing a hand on her stomach as he knelt, "Marm' it feels like it's the time." There the crimson haired woman lay flat, wheezing and gasping as her bare stomach squirmed with excitement -- a child to be born. Suddenly, the house was up in a rush. Two more children came racing in -- the eldest with hair as fiery as her mothers and a second, a young boy with midnight curls. Both children couldn't have been more than a year or two apart, and another cycle or two from the newest addition to the Perrata family. The black haired boy, merely a friend and playmate of the eldest daughters and son of Raifai, the village healer.
Raifai grabbed his bag and spread it wide on the end table to the bed that the woman laid in and she hissed and gasped with a bit of pain. Sweat beaded on her brow and saturated her hair into deep streaming garnet locks that ran small streams down her slender face. A gorgeous woman, plump with child -- but not for much longer. The doctor pulled a few rags and such from the bag and before he could even turn around, a hoarse yell came from outside the house and laughter ensued as a man burst onto the scene -- nearly kicking the front door open and the red-head squealed and scrambled to the man's legs -- father, she cried out.
"Jus' in time, sire. Jus' in time." Raifai said laughing, as he placed the cloths beneath the woman and around her inner thighs and then coaxed her to continue breathing as she was. In through the nose, out through the mouth with rhythm and force. He slipped into his apron and tied it around his back before moving to the bed, placing a knee into the soft padding and then nodded, "Ready wheneve' you are, marm." She screamed violently.
"Twins!"
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Days later a village ceremony took place where the father and the elders would bring the children before the elder Oracle of the settlement and she would grant her blessing upon them. It was tradition since the beginning of their village. It was said that the Saint Missy came to the settlement and graced the lands and all that surrounded it with her giving blessings and the ground grew so fertile and lush that the people in the region never starved and never left again.
Tradition has followed for over a thousand years and the records of the great Saint Lady Missy and the Saint Lord Roku protected these lands from those who might harm the people and watched over them for all this time. Food has always been in abundance, the earth has always been so green and fertile for planting, and their mountain home has never seen anything but mild, temperate weather. It is even said that the Saint Lady and Lord took up the family name Perrata, which still exists to this day...
The children of the Peratta family were brought forth before the Oracle. The first was a baby boy -- his brilliant blue eyes looked upwards with beauty and innocents. His hair was a swirl of crimson and ivory -- much different from the rest of the children, however the father had more blond