In the dream she can watch as her egg is dropped in among the others: twisted and somewhat strange, mismatched with those who would become her siblings.
It is, of course, only a dream, but when she wakes up, she's still stuck with the idea that she's someone else's daughter.
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Personality
In her heart of hearts, Fosterling is certain that she is not an acha -- is not
kin -- but is something else entirely. She is a cloud, or she is a dream, or she is a beast remade in kin flesh. Whatever it is, it's more exciting than being here, and now, and she is more than happy to tell you all about it. She spins stories with fantastic mythologies, that weave together and then away again, her own world that is amazing but also really weird. If she didn't believe it, it would be cool. But she does, so it's a little creepy.
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Pets and Familiars
None.