Based off of an app I got, called SpringFairy. The characters were all so cute and I got inspired to do this story!
The first thing Tikki remembers is the swirl of air as she falls through the air. All that is in front of her eyes is a light blue sky and fluffy white clouds, which echoes into her being.
The air, the sky, the sound echoes through her mind and even a millennia later nice breezy days bring soft smiles to her face.
Her first holder had been a young teenage girl in Japan.
She was the daughter of a peasant farmer near a great port city and the earrings were an extravagant purchase her father made. It was a present before she was introduced to the boy who would hopefully be her husband. It was a symbol of luck, of ungayoi.
They had been purchased with the thought of love and luck, had been infused with goodwill and perhaps that is why Tikki appeared.
A glowing ball of energy, falling from the heavens, shining pink with ripples of black shadowing the light. It took shape before her eyes, a pink creature with eyes as blue as the sky and a voice of tinkling bells.
"Who are you?'
She hadn't the sense to be scared.
Tikki can fondly remember the girl, her dark eyes and hair gleaming and skin tanned from working in the fields.
Despite the time period, she had a fiery temper, confident movements, and a quick tongue. As much as Tikki influenced her, she influenced Tikki and Tikki can see her mark in every Ladybug to follow.
It's the confidence boost, the witty response to a flirty Chat, the grace of the movements. All of it screams her and Tikki always delights in finding traits of her first in her others, the girl who first donned the mask and the secret identity.
Tikki can remember the small spoonfuls of rice the girl managed to sneak to her, the way the girl accepted thank you gifts to help support her family, managing to return the favor to the givers as she knew they couldn't afford to be so generous.
She can remember the first transformation, the way the images and directions fell out of Tikki's mouth as if they were engraved into her memory.
The first Ladybug had wings. With a hard outer shell, they were pale white and fluttered when she was flustered, just enough to carry her and eventually Chat around Japan.
On sunny days when she was transformed, Tikki looks at the blue sky and hears the wind rushing around and thinks to herself that she'll never forget this moment.
She doesn't.
(The newest Ladybug is French-Chinese with dark hair and though nervous as a civilian, her superhero self is infused with confidence and grace and witty responses and sometimes, when she's asleep, sprawled on her stomach with her dark hair a curtain around her pale face, Tikki can almost mistake her for her first.)
It's nice to think of the first as the fairy of the air. With the ability to pass luck onto any object of her choosing, she helped stop famines and saved lives and sometimes saved herself.
But luck runs out, even when it glows in your hand. After all, how can you make air lucky? When you are stripped of your wings mid flight, what can you do?
Apparently nothing.
And that's how Tikki first experienced death.