Fiafia Haoa perched on the edge of the dock, her legs swinging above the clear waters of the Northern Bay. Her wild, brown hair was tied back in a silk bandana. Her skin was tanned and freckled. She popped a handful of steamed shrimp into her mouth and watched the ships trundle in and out of the harbor.
They reminded her of her father and growing up on his vessel. Blue ocean, blue sky, and a horizon that went on forever. Gods, she’d loved it. But her father had been a pirate, and in the end, the law had caught up to him, and that had been that.
Orphaned and alone, Fiafia had set off for Praetoria in search of a fresh start, fortune, and fame.
—From Creeping, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS