So light on her feet. When she skipped through the forest, she barely seemed to touch the ground. It was rumored, even amongst her people, that she was descended from pixies. She was small, smaller than most in her tribe. Her eyes turned slightly up in the corners, and were light brown, with tiny flecks of jade green. The members of her tribe had never before seen eyes this color, and it just added to her mystery. She had jet black hair that fell in loose ringlets down the middle of her back, which today, she skillfully swept out of her face with opalescent feathers of blue and green. Her people called her Xaxa, (pronounced Sha-sha), because she was free and fierce like the wind. The wind went everywhere, and talked to everything, it knew all of natures secrets. So did Xaxa.
Her people had been moving south along the coast for six moons. They would find an uninhabited patch of land, and stay for many days. Inevitably, after they had begun to get accustomed to the area, Xaxa would come flitting out of the forest with the news, it was time again to travel.
Although Xaxa was very young, the Elders of the clan trusted her completely. She had always had a magic about her. Her mother had become worried when, days after her birth, she still hadn't uttered a sound. Then one morning, as the sun began to glitter on the horizon, she began imitating the twittering of a bird that was sitting on the branch that extended over her head.
The Elders took notice, and immediately began including her in the daily rituals to honor the Sun, the Moon and the Earth Mother. Although she was just a baby, she always fell quiet when these rituals began, as if she understood a need for reverence.