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Avari


The Glade Popoko
Owner: Revel

Age: 4 years, 6 months, 4 weeks

Born: October 28th, 2008

Adopted: 4 years, 6 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 28th, 2008 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
July 11th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 161
     
  • Strength: 404
     
  • Defense: 401
     
  • Speed: 401
     
  • Health: 400
     
  • HP: 400/400
     
  • Intelligence: 104
     
  • Books Read: 104
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


A harpist from birth, Avari has always been gifted with the talent of music.
Her mother had died during labor so her father, a famous conductor, had surrounded her with music. So much so that in her eyes it became a projection of her mother.
By the time she was ten she was already playing a wide range of instruments and was well on her way to staring in her father's orchestras as a child prodigy.


"Good-Good. Now play a little faster.. keep the flow smooth and relax your hands. Remember the softer the movements the stronger the sound." Walking around the room with his eyes closed and hands moving, he'd always praise and challenge her. Making her practice again and again on whatever instrument caught his eye that day.
Once she'd ended the piece, he'd swoop around behind her and pick her up by her waist. Placing her on his shoulders, he'd neigh and buck his way into the kitchen so she could help make the lunch they'd be eating in the park that day.


It was a fast paced eight years but she braved and embraced it without a second thought. She'd walk into her room and have to balance herself like a tightrope walker, waving her way through the trophies that covered her walls and spilled onto her floor.


"Ha ha. If you want a break just let me know. We're due for a vacation. I'm sure your trophy room would be finished by the time we got back."

"But I like sleeping with them!" Lengthening the sentiment by leaning over to touch the ones at her feet, blowing kisses to the ones behind them, and then waving at the ones against the walls. All while mouthing "I love yous" and "Thank you all so muchs".
Laughing in the hallway as he unwrapped his dirtied apron. "I should of had one built long ago.. Come now, Dinner's finally done."
Jumping on her bed to turn around, as her feet didn't have the grace to do it on the spot, she tossed the newest magazine piece about her onto a smaller pile of clipped out praise that laid crooked on her desk. Once she was sure it wouldn't cause an avalanche, she hoped back on the small trail to the door.


She held ambitious goals, even for her status and ability. Though the things she wanted to achieve had nothing to do with herself.
She had always held her Father in high regard. He was placed on a pedestal and even as she grew up under him, nothing ever shook his standing. He held no vices, he worked hard for everything he'd had, and he gave all he could to help when it was needed.
She knew he had things he wanted though, things he'd never buy for himself when he knew others needed his ability and most importantly cash. While her Father always kept her first and made sure that the home he had shared with her Mother was kept pristine, beyond that and her wants, most of his money went into helping keep the family afloat. All of which she understood. They were kind and they needed help to get though the tough times. But all the logic and understanding did nothing to cover the pain she felt when she knew if she worked hard enough that she could bring her Father's dreams to life.


Her movement was as swift as her fingers. The act left her Father in a daze but she was sure he'd understand. It was hard to make excuses for her sudden burst of initiative as she had usually left all her shows and details to her Father, but she knew he'd disapprove of her goal and try to force the thought from her. No matter how much he'd play it off though, she knew that the few and spaced comments he'd make were of regret and want.


"Your Mother?" As the gleam of happiness flew into his eyes, "Violin." Followed by the subtle darkness of sorrow. "It was the reason I started playing in orchestras, you know?" He was so proud of her for pushing him into a dream. "I was going to follow my Father. He had it all planned from birth, but my Mother, she loved orchestras and would sneak me into classes to practice various instruments. Violin was just the one I picked up the fastest... I didn't really study until I met her. I don't know if I ever told you but I was practicing after class one day and she followed the sound from the street. On her way to a dance recital.. She about killed me though, if it wasn't for getting lost in the maze of classrooms, it was for making her late."
The pieces she gathered about her Mother were loose, sometimes her Father would bring up a nice memory and continue on, giving her something she'd never known before, other times he'd stop short; just when she wanted him to keep going.
Unfortunately she didn't want to push her father into remembering anything that'd make him feel sad, and he didn't want to make her miss what could of been. So stories of her Mother came few times and she only knew the smallest of things. The one picture her Father hung on the wall across from her bed, gave her more insight than anything he spoke of. It was a beautiful photo that was snapped mid performance. Silhouetted, her foot was above her head as she was twirling under the one beam of spotlight, locked upon her.


"No-No. I understand. Things were hectic when I first started too.. Don't worry about it.. Just do your best."
She could tell the waning phone calls were starting to hurt him by the sound of his voice. She'd tried to pass it off on her taking more jobs and needing more time for practice with some sleep thrown in, which for the most part was true, but in truth she almost let it slip that she'd be attending an auction in a few months. She knew her Father couldn't find out what she was doing and she believed that in the end, her Father would always forgive her - especially if it was in a room filled with violins crafted by the hands of True Masters. She knew he wanted this more than anything on the planet.

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