- Shy
- Insecure
- Kind
- Sensitive
- Cautious
- Meek
- Resilient
- Naïve
- Persistent
- Loyal
- Sincere
- Playful
- Polite
- Soft-hearted
- Spirited
- Eager
- Curious
- Honest
- Gullible
- Stubborn
Backstory:
Moira is one of a kind, a bat-fairy unlike the rest of the fairies in her forest. A strange mixture of both bat and fairy, displaying strong bat wings, large ears, and dark hair as a result. She has always been ostracized by the other fairies, fairies of the light who brandish delicate butterfly and dragonfly wings. Her differences not only make her self-conscious about her appearance, but make it hard for her to socialize with the rest of the fairy circle. Orphaned as a child, she becomes especially lonely as she grows older, seeking comfort in exploring the forest at night when she finds herself most at home. Daughter to a fairy mother and bat father, her mother raised her alone for the beginning of her life, but was eventually taken by an owl when Moira was still young. She is now alone in her fairy society without the protection of her mother, and seeks only companionship with her fairy sisters.
Toll Booth Story:
Moira is driving along the highway looking to meet with some potential friends when she comes across a toll booth. Unfortunately, this is an area she is not familiar with and did not expect a toll on her route. She checks around, looking this way and that, but the booth is unmanned for the day and there are no other cars on the road. She quickly searches her bag, compartments, pockets, and trunk for any loose change, but finds only leaves, twigs, acorns, and a couple of fruit pits. Since she couldn’t find change, she thinks perhaps the acorns may work—after all, maybe the machine may accept something else of value? Dropping them into the coin cone, she anxiously looks to see if it will take them, but they are quickly deposited to the rejected coin pit. She then tries the fruit pits with the same result. She even tries stuffing the leaves into the dollar slot, but these simply crumble and fall onto the pavement. At this point, she starts to worry, checking under her seats with little luck. Moira sits down in her car and pouts to herself, wondering if she should just sneak through, quickly rejecting that idea since that wouldn’t be right of her to do. Sighing, she resigns herself to the fact that she won’t be able to make it to the gathering if she can’t get past this toll, although she knows that there are no other routes to make it to her destination. Determined to make it one way or another, Moira parks her car on the side of the road and begins her long trek to the gathering. After hours of hiking, she makes it to the meeting spot, although too late—everyone has already gone home. Disappointed and tired, she makes her way back to her car and heads home, hopeful for another opportunity to meet new friends in the near future.
Moira is driving along the highway looking to meet with some potential friends when she comes across a toll booth. Unfortunately, this is an area she is not familiar with and did not expect a toll on her route. She checks around, looking this way and that, but the booth is unmanned for the day and there are no other cars on the road. She quickly searches her bag, compartments, pockets, and trunk for any loose change, but finds only leaves, twigs, acorns, and a couple of fruit pits. Since she couldn’t find change, she thinks perhaps the acorns may work—after all, maybe the machine may accept something else of value? Dropping them into the coin cone, she anxiously looks to see if it will take them, but they are quickly deposited to the rejected coin pit. She then tries the fruit pits with the same result. She even tries stuffing the leaves into the dollar slot, but these simply crumble and fall onto the pavement. At this point, she starts to worry, checking under her seats with little luck. Moira sits down in her car and pouts to herself, wondering if she should just sneak through, quickly rejecting that idea since that wouldn’t be right of her to do. Sighing, she resigns herself to the fact that she won’t be able to make it to the gathering if she can’t get past this toll, although she knows that there are no other routes to make it to her destination. Determined to make it one way or another, Moira parks her car on the side of the road and begins her long trek to the gathering. After hours of hiking, she makes it to the meeting spot, although too late—everyone has already gone home. Disappointed and tired, she makes her way back to her car and heads home, hopeful for another opportunity to meet new friends in the near future.
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