Post by d3f - zenia siella - pup on Jul 8, 2020 13:17:46 GMT -5
n e y s a
My mother always told me that Neysa means the one who is pure. It's who they wanted me to be: incorruptible, protected from the dangers and fears in this world.
My siblings took that to heart, being told by our parents that they needed to make sure I was safe. As the youngest, they had their protective arms surrounding me, stifling me, at all times. "Get out of the tree," they'd always call up to me when I was younger, when all I wanted to do was eat the sweet fruit on one of our apricot trees. I wouldn't listen to them. Instead, I'd stay up on the tree for hours at a time, making sure I got the small tastes of freedom that I was not even close to being accustomed to.
My thirst for freedom, to be the protector rather than the protected, lead me to my current job: midwifery.
Since I was about ten, I began training in my chosen volition. Instead of following the family into apricot farming, I'd be different, in my own world. I learned to bring the innocent into the world, so that I could be the one protecting someone for a change.
My work provides a meager income, but the point was to prove that I don't need protecting from those older than me. Even my sister Navya, who was always the closest to me, rarely trusted me with knowledge that would endanger me. I know that she and Kiri and Harbinger would work together and conspire together in one of the homes in the Victor Village far away from the orchard, working to find a way to protect people from the Capitol.
It's not much of a surprise, but I don't like the Capitol either.
All I want to do is be able to help them, to help everyone. I want to be one of the protectors in this world.