Birthing Date: 10.06.2738
Craft: Harper (Apprentice)
Waheila has long, straight brown hair and an easy, shy smile. With dark brown eyes and a delicate nose, Waheila has slightly high cheek bones, and lips that are often described as 'kissable'.
That she takes good care of her body is clear - she's small built, but not without muscle. Though, at first glance she looks...frail, almost fragile. And in truth, her behavior does nothing to discourage this belief.
Her skin is rather pale, mostly because the only chance she ever got to exercise was during the night, when her mother was asleep...meaning that, beyond gathering food and, rarely, shopping, she very rarely got the chance to go out and explore.
Waheila (Or Ila, has her mother often called her) is, in truth, an almost painfully shy girl. She truly has no idea how to interact with people. After all, how can one interact with those they've never had to be around before? Never the less, she's kind, once she gets over those stuttering first few moments. It's just a matter of getting her past those first few moments. Or meetings.
In truth, people tend to scare her a little. Yet, even as they scare her, she's...envious. She wants to be like those people, those people who are open with their feelings, open with who and what they are. Those who can actually socialize without blushing like a moron or stuttering their speech.
It's easy to say that she has no mind of her own, because she doesn't speak out - but she is intelligent. With no craft, all she had to do was read whatever was available to her, one of the few luxuries she was permitted, things that required her to think, and she was blessed with an understanding and accepting Harper as her teacher. And it was because of him that she does have a bit of a stubborn streak, though it isn't something she often shows, much like her temper often lies hidden deep under the surface.
She hates to be trapped inside, or in small areas, but often sees no choice in the matter, despite the rising panic that often overtakes her in these situations.
Ila was raised on the Southern continent. Not that you can tell, with her delicate and pale skin. Her father died when she was very small, killed by a murderer who had been in the area, and something just...snapped in her mother. She became suddenly overprotective, overbearing, and...well, crazy is a good word for it. She didn't want to lose her daughter like she lost her husband!
After that, Ila wasn't allowed outside except for small amounts of time (and when she snuck out at night), and even then, always with her mother, and only long enough to find what they needed, and get back to where they were staying. People often took pity on the two, and allowed them to continue with the fact that they didn't help around the Hold at all. After all, they had plenty of help, and the poor woman...she wasn't quite right in the head, and she needed Ila to help her out.
The few times they tried to get Ila to help around the Hold sent the young girl into a panic, first making it to where she wouldn't speak and could hardly even work while around people...and then they put her in a store room to organize it, and shut the door behind her. After that, Ila was a complete mess - screaming and crying anytime anyone got her near such closed spaces. The walls were closing in on her! She couldn't breath in those...why did no one understand??? Didn't they feel the walls closing in?
They allowed Ila to continue to just help with her mother after that little incident, not wanting to risk something like that happening again. If the Lord Holder asked, Ila and her mother pulled their weight around the area, while in truth it was just the older women doing their share of the work as well.
Ila would often go out and exercise during the night, while her mother was asleep, in order to make sure she stayed trim looking. As she got older, her mother became more temperamental, never leaving their room. It was up to Ila to get everything they needed, but by this time "go out, grab things, get back in" was so harshly ingrained in her system, she didn't think to do differently.
It was after a particularly nasty case with her mother screaming at her that Ila went out to gather what they would need for the night that she saw it, something she had never actually seen before, only heard described by her Harper teacher, Lyotan. A dragon...a real dragon....A really real dragon. A really big dragon too (at least to her eyes). Looking right at her...Already angry with her mother, when they offered her the Search token, she accepted without a second thought.