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Going Up? 🪶
“After being hassled by Nin, I’ve finally decided to start accepting ‘asks’ or whatever from the people on this… tiny device. I’m still not convinced this isn’t some play from P03, but I’ll do what is asked of me. So it seems I-… I welcome you all with open arms, there.”
Heya! Opening up asks for Haya after finally finishing this header; Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite! Next post will hopefully be some details and headcanons to help everyone get to know her better. Until then, ask away!! You don’t have to of course, just being here is enough and we appreciate you either way!! 💛💛💛
Edit; I forgot her eye sigils 😭😭
AHHHH I LOVE THEM 🥺🥺🥺
Thank you so much!! The way you did her little bells and his wagging tail it’s all so cuteeee 😭😭😭
Quick little art gift for @sasaleleselfships ! Was alot of fun drawing these two they are so cute together and I hope you like the drawing!
Haya Scrybe of chance belongs to: @sasaleleselfships /@scrybeofchance
“I hope this was worth all the posing...”
Here is Haya’s finished reference sheet finally, the Scrybe of Chance is finally looking formidable after her creation in sketch back in January. I included closeups of her wings, back, and torso to help enunciate the specific details of her design. She also has two alternate form chibis, one of her wedding dress and the other of her much younger as noted by her baby antlers. I also included her eyes above!!
Notes and headcanons;
Name: Haya Chaymin
Prounouns: She/They
Role: Scrybe of Chance
Type: Magick/Beastly
Method of Inscryption: Golden Needle
Named after her grandmother, Haya Chaymin was originally a seamstress in the mountains of Avauhl where she took care of her six other siblings; Two brothers, three sisters and a non-binary sibling. Their mother passed when they were all very young from an unknown illness, and their father was never around.
After sometime, Haya became the Scrybe of Chance by catching the eye of the previous beholder of the title, Endor. Training alongside the other Scrybes to be, Haya quickly found her place in the world and it’s margins of error.
Haya has always been a bit excitable and eccentric, and often disregards the rules in favor of her own intuition and benefits. She has a tendency of being somewhat stingy and a bit abrasive when not paying attention, however her recklessness and somewhat unconventional way of thinking almost always saves her in the end.
While she was born a nymph in the mountains, ritual magic and alchemy has since transformed Haya into a monster; A chimera to be specific. She has the eyes of a stingray, legs of a goat, back tail and antlers of a red deer stag, wings of a harpy, and much else along the line.
She has several scars and spell marks, the biggest and most notable one being on her back; Another side effect of the magic cast is the fact her organs fall out due to there not being a secure holding of flesh around her torso. Despite falling out, this does not harm her and instead she finds it amusing when it happens.
Despite being eight foot and seven inches tall, her pre-cursed form is actually only around six foot four inches. The white streaks are not from age, but rather a summoning ritual she failed.
As a Scrybe, Haya has three sigils of her own; A set of dice referred to as Lot, a keyed chest called Binding, and a clover-percentile named advantage. The means will be learned by the readers at a later date once I draw her board.
I decided to make Haya’s talking card!!
Rogue Tides[Y/N](PT. 1)
You never really stop being a mother.
It was night when she first saw them, wading in the cold waters of the north where she was passing through; Haya couldn't fathom the idea of their breath steady in their lungs but upon pulling them out with a hook-... An action she now regrets, it was discovered just how alive they truly were, though it was no surprise the hypothermia had begun to settle in. Tossed from another ship, perhaps fallen from a cliff and was carried to open waters, this is what the elderly chimera assumed happened as she dragged the human's body across the floor of her deck. Regardless, the winged one still showed some motherhood in her care as she stripped the individual of their clothing, taking new ones out of her closet and dressing them accordingly and then settling them in her own bed.
See, you never really stop being a mother.
Tucking them in as if they were from a litter she had bore, the woman grumbled softly as she turned to the outside again, hanging the wet clothes to dry before starting her day. The sun rose in the East as it always did, the shrill cries of seagulls mocking her as she climbed the steps back to the deck of the ship. Starting her duties with the most patience consuming of them all, Haya approached the post holding the dirty cream-colored sail and cracked her knuckles.
Adjusting the sails was by far the most tedious chore on her ship; Everyday it was gripping the ropes and guiding the sail into position, and god forbid a storm have come through the previous night. She never asked for help though-… Haya, that is. If anything the stubborn old scrybe insisted on doing it all herself, whether it be the fear someone else would screw it up, or if it was a show of pride was unclear. All that was known was that she couldn’t work with others. She liked being alone. In her mind, the eyes of the village followed her everywhere she went, so it made sense she led a cause to spend her safety that on open waters where no one could stare.
They couldn't stare here though, alone. Well, alone until you arrived.
Haya was anything but a dull worker, she got it done quickly without question, her strength unmatched as she tied down the sail in it's proper position, only pausing as one seagull swooped down to perch on one of the barrels fastened to the boat. Smiling quietly, Haya would approach the clever avian with a wagging finger, cooing to the thing softly before taking a rolled up piece of paper from it's back where a tiny leather scroll-carrier had been fastened, using a singular claw to scratch the seagull's head. fishing out a small cheesecloth from her pocket, Haya plucked a piece of cheese off a small block, offering it to the bird who accepted it as if it hadn't eaten in years.
"Thank you Pierre, you silly little thing."
With that she turned to unroll the parchment, humming curiously as her gilded eye-shaped sigils scanned the paper. It didn't take long before she rolled the thing back up, a grin spreading across her face as she gripped it in between her thumb and index fingers. The letter had been from an old friend, and one that carried great news of recent events. With what had been entailed on the paper, it was no wonder now why she seemed to be all but glad.
Hooves clicking briskly against the wooden floor of the deck, Haya took her time admiring the sun as it rose, using a hand to shield her eyes as she stared. It wasn't really necessary, she couldn't be harmed by something so small anyways but, it was a habit still. Too much time wasted, she scolded herself as she turned to bustle off, wetting a mop to clean the wood of the floor. No need to dry as the winds and the sun would do that for her; There was no need to put in extra work for such a small thing. Next was breakfast, then after that, cleaning up the cabin and keeping everything in shape.
For breakfast she cut fruits into little shapes and placed them on a tray, scooping the insides of an avocado out onto two slices of bread and then making an omelet-... Two actually, one for herself and one for her snoring guest. Lips pursing and curling into an amused smile, the woman folded what clean laundry was handled and put it away, eating bite by bite as she worked. She was never known to waste time, what could be done then should most certainly be so.
Humming quietly to herself, Haya finished her food and put the dishes away into her admittedly undersized sink, sucking her teeth before cleaning up the booth area only to pause silently. Turning her head to the back of the boat, the woman stared intently back at a small figure standing in the doorway to her sleeping quarters. It was easy to say, they looked terrified. Perhaps they hadn't ever met the other scrybes, or maybe they had and she truly was just the most monstrous.
The two figures stood in silence for several painstaking moments before the woman finally spoke up, setting down the clothes and other items she had gathered up previously. Moving to the side silently, she gestured towards the exit of the cabin, cocking her head to the side.
"You can run, I won't stop you."
More silence passed, and then, they bolted.
Snickering quietly to herself, the woman felt slightly guilty as she knew they would discover they were stranded with her, alone on such a small little boat. The cold ocean waves crashed loudly against the wood of the sailboat as the stranger cried out, gripping the rail of the boat as it lurched with the tides. Climbing the stairs again, Haya couldn't held but grab at her back, groaning as her spine ached from her standing position, and the craning down to look at the new comer.
"Alright, believe me I'm no stranger to waking up in strange places against my own will but, I did save your life. Try not to scream."
With her large ears, it meant her hearing was much more sensitive, like that of a cat, but with horns and wings. The large feathered appendages beat gently against the winds before she looked at the still rising sun again, the stranger seeming to follow her gaze and pause in a brief moment of serenity, sighing quietly as they took time to process what was happening. They has no reason to distrust her so soon, they seemed to think as they turned back to the woman.
"I also made you breakfast, if you're hungry."
Staring for a moment, she really was quiet beautiful. Her hickory colored hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her lips curling into an amused smile. The wings that decorated her back looked to be nothing short of that of an angel, and she seemed to have the eyes to match.
"W-... Where... am I?"
Haya thought carefully about this.
"Well you were wading around in the ice bath that is the Tridents' Depths, when I pulled you from the waters and dried you up,"
Looking down all flush, the stranger squeaked softly realizing they had been changed, a rather alarming yet albeit endearing gesture.
"A... W-what about now?"
"Now, you're aboard the Left Chance, welcomed by its captain."
Grinning cockily with a small yet static glint in her eyes, the woman took a few steps closed before leaning over to the strangers height, holding out a small trowel used to scrape the sides of boats.
"My name is Haya, and you are mine."
I have a love hate relationship with hand drawn backgrounds ngl
“Seeing her again after the long winter in which she fled to warmer lands always made me smile. The first time we greet each other for the year, is almost certainly the most memorable of moments for each of us.”
Long time no post, aye?