Stats:
Name: Laura Kelly No-name
Age: 14
Birthdate: 1/20/2350
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Home Planet: Unknown
Home Town: Unknown
Current Home: The Moon of Taujeer
Siblings: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Guardian(s): Bonjüal
When she sat here, with the air ruffling her black and brown locks, Laura felt as peace.
Closing her eyes, she let the breeze whisper in her ears, talking her little secrets.
The Taujeerians never believed her when she told them the wind talked, that her father's voice sometimes spoke if she listened closely.
Because her father didn't live on this planet. He was a 'human', but Laura had never seen another 'human' before. She was the only 'human' on this planet, and she wasn't sure why she was here.
She, for as long as she could remember, had only ever known the peaceful life of Taujeerians.
They spoke often of , but stopped talking when they realized she was listening, giving her looks of discomfort.
She tried not to annoy the grownups, but instead played with the Taujeerian children. When she was five, she learned she could outrun all of the children with her skinny legs compared to their fat little stubs. They saw things differently then she did, using sonars. Besides, they lacked a sense of adventure.
By six, Laura was left alone to wander the rocky hills, and she learned she liked it that way. Fewer people, more silence.
Her favorite place was something she called 'Breezy Farewell'. It on top of a small hill, over looking a deep canyon. She dimly remembered waving joyfully as a ship left, growing smaller and smaller. She recalled her waves getting less frantic as a swarm of realization came over there. Whoever had left wasn't coming back, at least, not for a long, long time.
Once, when bringing her guardian Bonjüal out here, he had confided in her, admitting that this was the spot where her father left, leaving her behind on the planet.
That was as far as Bonjüal got before he quieted down, refusing to speak anymore.
But Laura still returned at least once everyday. She had hope that her father would return, that he would take her in his arms and explain why he left.
But for now, she was grounded, left to only stare at the stars as she waited for her father to come back.
One day, perhaps.
After her tenth birthday, the Taujeerians began to construct an 'ark' to return to their home planet. She helped them, gazing out at the planet of Taujeer in the distance. It was then she realized; she didn't want her father to come back.
She wanted to travel the stars and go to her father.
Her wish was satisfied when a small pod landed in her fifteenth year, only a few months after she turned fourteen.
A woman clad in a dark suit with part of her chest plate glowing blue stepped out, pushing back the grey hood from her light blue face and normal-blue hair. She only spoke two words when she emerged; "Whispering Breeze."