((Well... Nothing has happened here for nearly two months... Absolutely the right time for me to jump in !
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Reaches-for-the-Stars: Wizard, Inventor and Diplomat, Chieftess, Mother, Chosen of Maglubyite, Owner of a Divine Dire Wolverine Mystical Companion... Yes she has a lot on her Back.
In fact, Reaches for the stars seems to take at liking at feathers foothold. She founded it together with Sails and the talon, but credits (truthfully) at least 90% of the recet successes here to the Master Explorer. While she still does her best in Oasis Heart, be it Inner Tribal Politics, Diplomacy with Allies and Enemies, yet another species, wanting to go at war with the goblins or the last magical chaos wave - She seems to retreat a little from the bureaucratic parts of tribal politics. Since the death of her husband at the hands of a band of mischievous kobolds a few months have passed and she again, really starts to smile, while she often seems someway dreamy... Or wise beyound her years, as you ever want to put it. The winged goblin loves to sit or hover at the edge of the sea, watching the horizon and listening to the song of wind and waves.... It helps her understand the elements of air and water much better, she says. It helps her get new Ideas for the goblins. Well, maybe thats really true... But it also seems, that the wounds in the couragous chieftess soul slowly are beginning to... No, not heal... but... Fade...
She currently is in search for someone who takes the "administrative", the "bureaucratic" Details in Feathers Foothold, as Sails has her made understanding, that he does not really have any interests in the more dusty parts of the leadership here.
In fact, she can often be seen with the captain, whom she seems to consider her closest friend... HerhHusband, a great earth mage dead, her teller and her Master Spy... Well not so much at last... Seemingly lost in some kind of desert expedition. Also, she just TAKES her time, to play and raise her daughter. her only child, heiress of the tribes crown should something ever happen to her... And one can see, she loves her.
"Soo it will be time for her naming ceremony...", she tells Sails one day and smiles, yet a little sorrow is in her voice.
"With Stops-and-Stares away, I am asking myself who should do it... I could do myself... But I already feel to have taken to much power in my own hands." A grin.
"Sounds strange from a chieftess, I guess, hu...?" Again, she watches after the youngling - Playing with some of her friends in the white sands.
"She will also get to know her stats... I was so curious that day at her age. While I already know, she has a Charisma an Intelligence which is way over the racial adjustments." Another grin.
"But that also could be mothers pride..." A feather loosens from one of the six-feet-btoad, beige wings on her back nad starts to travel in the air... Until one of the warriors catches it and carefully pockets it. The chieftess sighed silently. Her feathers had become something akin to luck stones... Well, if it boosts the morale...