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[Voletta Tabias]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] Voletta considers her past as a very boring and monotonous memory. Within deepest depths of her mind lie the memories of her childhood. As a kid, she was rather upbeat and energetic, always playing with the other kokiri around her. She was so busy playing with the other kids that she had never heard of the Great Deku Tree. Her parents were also enjoyable, her mother always showing her types of berries and leaves, while also teaching her songs she learned in the past. Her father always told stories about the areas outside the grove, to put her to sleep. In fact, it stayed like this for four, long years. Little did she know, Voletta was going to experience a great change, due to a rather thick picture book. You see, by age three, her father wanted his daughter to surpass the other students in subjects like history and literature. To start off, he gave the developing kokiri a rather large, hand-drawn, complete atlas of the light realm. The dark realm, however, was a story of the artist's travels. Where the man had gotten the book was a mystery, but Voletta didn't mind. In fact, she was completely fascinated with the book. Enough so to show all her friends of the book. The thing is, none of them cared. They just brushed it off and continued playing with each other. But this would not stop her. Her father gave her more books, the girl slowly building up in vocabulary and knowledge of the world. She also began to draw her mind's images of the mystical landscapes beyond the Sacred Grove. This also meant she continued to show people of her knowledge, and her new doodles. Only this time, they ignored her. The fellow kokiri were tired of hearing things about the world they wouldn't want to see. The grove was much safer than any of those places, so why bother? Soon enough, Voletta began to stop showing everyone her discoveries and drawings. Locking herself in her own house, she studied more and more of the world that lie undiscovered with her eyes. Her mother had noticed this, however, and began to take away some of her new books every now and then, hoping it would diminish her interest. Unfortunately, this was not the case. In fact, it was the opposite. Reading the same books caused her imagination to think of the places she could have not read about. Voletta's interest was slowly becoming an obsession. The father noticed the new books he'd given Voletta always seeming to disappear. He started to talk with his wife about it, before it quickly turned into an argument. One that would happen almost every night. Soon enough, he had left the household, the woman in tears, whereas Voletta was hopelessly confused. The woman questioned his reason, and he said one simple answer. “I'm going to get new books for Voletta.” The father calmly walked out the door, and closed it. That was the last Voletta had seen of him. After the incident, everything had changed. Whenever the mother has spotted the child reading one of the old books, she screamed and lectured the child. Voletta did not understand why her mother, who was once completely accepting of her reading, now rejected the action wholly? In fact, the sheer sight of the girl made the woman burst into tears. It became so serious, the mother even kicked Voletta out every now and then. The child would only understand the reason a year later. She had discovered her books on the highest book shelf, where she couldn't reach it. In between a pair of books, was a note. A good bye note from her father, to her. Written in it was why he left, and where he was going. Unfortunately, this stays a secret. For RP reasons. Voletta had planned to follow in her father's footsteps, starting to prepare for her departure. She had take all of her children's books, mixed them with water while repeatedly mashing them, and made them into a large amount of pulp. The equivalent of 200 pages. This was not nearly as much as she wanted. No, her book needed to have complete knowledge of the world. To solve this problem, she had asked the locals to donate her old books they did not want or need anymore. She made 2” by 2'5” pages, spilling her knowledge onto the the the rough writing canvas, but in a different form of writing. One the ancients used – Cuneiform. Well, with help from her books. She continued this project in the household for a year and 2 months, before her mother had kicked her out. Voletta was left with seven hundred large pages, a preposterous amount of books, a surplus of pulp, and a key that her mother had thrown at her. It was an ornate key with the compass rose on the handle, wings sprouting behind it. In front of the compass was a gear of some sort. She had named it the Searcher's Key, based off her father, who was “searching for books.” Voletta visited the Great Deku Tree before leaving the grove. She would miss this place, but not enough to come back for a long while. The tree said nothing to the girl. But this did not disappoint her. She knew that someone had already heard the tree's voice. Anyone. Just not her. She left the Sacred Grotto, living in the woods for the rest of her past years, mainly making paper and finishing up her book. In between, she continued her very early interest in herbalism and art. Once she was done with her book, Voletta was left with many empty pages, most of which she turned into a hard, durable cover, along with a lock. The pages that were quickly filled with more detailed sketches of the area around her, along with her knowledge of herbs and berries. However, she left the very back page blank, in case she ever needed it. After placing some straps on the back of the book, she donned her work as a backpack. It looked ridiculous, but it was better than holding it all day. Within a few days, she had gotten used to the feeling of the heavy weighted book. She allowed her favorite tree to grow a few large roots that wrapped around the stem, allowing her to use it as sort of a ladder. And thus, Voletta climbed up the tree, picked a nice, thick branch, and fell asleep to the calming sounds of the forest. [/style]

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