Beautiful picture by Hollie=3

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Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were meant to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly

I have learned that beauty
Has to flourish in the light
Wild horses run unbridled
Or their spirit dies
You have given me the courage
To be all that I can

--Part of "Butterfly" by Mariah Carey

Update; Promise has recently been tranformed into a Pink and Desert Aisha! Her new design can be seen in some of the custom adoptables or on her new layout -pokes-

By The Numbers

Name: switzerlandpromise
Nickname: Promise
En Francais (In French): une promesse (a promise)
Neopets Color: Pink Aisha with Desert clothing
Age: Twenty-one in Cybunny years, or 37047 hours old
Companion: Geneve the Faerie Yullie
Other Family: Jenn, Magus, foster pets
Occupation: Devoted jewelry maker for the faeries

Neopets Statistics

Level: 35
Strength: 44
Defense: 33
Speed: 35
Intelligence: 871

This is me, drawn by Jenn just for fun.

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Born on the 16th day of Relaxing, Y6 (June 16, 2004), Promise's astrological sign is Gemini. (Its Sanskrit name is Mithuna.) Those with this sign are born between the 22nd day of Hunting and the 21st day of Relaxing (May 22 and July 21). Gemini's symbol is the twin, fitting for Promise because of her close relationship with both petpet and owner. Those under this sign are often smart, talkative, and curious. Each of the twelve signs are associated with either fire, earth, air, or water. Gemini is associated with air, meaning it has to do with thinking, talking, and perspective.

Overall, Promise is a trademark Gemini. Her intelligence is strong, partially from the books she's devoured over the years but also because of what she's learned from her senses while creating jewelry. Her curious nature allows her to fearlessly experiment with designs, and her trust and dependence on Geneve have created a rock-solid bond between them. Since her birthday falls towards the end of Gemini's section, she is also sensitive and slightly clingy, like a Cancer, and she can be both shy and overprotective.

With a home in Neopia Central, Promise walks to Faerieland, where she makes her jewelry, with her brother Mathieau every morning. They leave bright and early, often eating breakfast as they walk, and they make a point to walk by the poor merchants' area as they set up shop for the day. Sometimes the pair gives a merchant a few bites of food or a few Neopoints, but every day without fail they stop to examine the new items of the day (Promise always praises the craftsmanship) and hear a story or two from the merchants.

Thanks for the help, wikipedia(dot)org!=) Click on the lovely adoptable.

While I possess most of the traits classic Geminis do, I'm also quite different. The most obvious thing is the connection I have with my craft. Just as Yooyuball players are completely devoted to their sport and working on new plays, I am always searching for unusual jewels and trying to find unique combinations. I don't focus on the Neopoints; I am an artist at heart, not a merchant.

Not finished

Pretty picture by Wolfie=)

All Neopets are born from parents of their species before being able to be created by their owners. Their parents shape them into the most basic form of life, barely breathing, and are gone. The owners, then, are the real parents. Most pets don't remember this time and get defensive when I bring it up, fearing that their whole life is a lie. But I, as I've told you, am different than your classic Gemini Aisha. I was not born with my markings; they came with me when Jenn came into my life. But I always had my necklace. I don't know why, and I don't care to know. All I know is that it's a fragment of my life with my parents- the only thing that's the same from those days- and since I have had that necklace, I remember.

My first memory was being underground, deep in the woods. And though we were underground, a brilliant light shone, but I still only saw the blurriest fuzz of shapes. I could not detect movement, and I could only hear one word in a whole conversation. Most of the day I was unconscious, and so today I consider each awakening a new day, though it may have been months. My first day I heard nothing; I suppose I was just too young then. For three weeks I strung words together. Parents, leave, alive, mother, eat, happy, new, child. After that, my parents left. Their shapes were there before I lapsed into unconsciousness and gone when I awoke. My eyesight improved, I grew, but my hearing worsened. One day I awoke to find a Neopet standing before me. Where my mother had been small but rather round, the stranger was filling the entrance. Somehow it struck me that she was female. I had no reasoning to support this, but I knew. Later I fell asleep even with her watching because I was still so young and got tired quite easily. She must have taken me then, in my most vulnerable state.

Waking up in a strange room, I got scared and fell off the bed, a foreign object to me. In strode the Soup Faerie, though I didn't know who she was at the time. I crawled into the corner and yelped when I found a creature smaller than me but looking more like me than the bigger animal who'd just walked in. The larger one picked me up gently, and I was surprised to find that I understood her language.

Child, she said, I know the two of us are quite different in both size and shape. We speak the same language, live in the same place, and are both affected by your parents' decisions, however. Please do not fear me, for I am not the one who stole you from your home. True, it was by a companion of mine, done for your safety.

I realize, she concluded, that this is a shock for you. There's some food for you over there, she said, gesturing to behind the bed. The friend you just met is a Yullie, and you can name her anything you want. Just before she left, she turned to look at me one more time. Please trust me, she pleaded, and please, do not be scared. She left and I went over to the food. By now I was about a year old, and so my eyesight had sharpened considerably. I could speak, as Aishas typically gain speech at a very early age, and I could eat, but I wasn't mature in any sense of the word. The Soup Faerie had left me some soup, which I devoured after both figuring out what the strange liquid was and also how to eat it. Grabbing the blanket from the bed, I laid it on the floor as far away as I could from the Yullie and promptly went back to sleep. It became a new hobby of mine, sleeping did, because while it allowed me freedom from my thoughts, it also allowed my eyes to rest and my vision to be clearer upon my awakening.

As I slept, the Soup Faerie would refill my food and that pesky Yullie would remain in the room, quiet and watchful. My captor haunted my dreams, no matter how much the Soup Faerie tried to get me to trust them both. I'd wake up and see a wet rag with a trail of water from the Yullie to where it lay beside me. She never said anything, and that's what initially scared me so much- the innocence and vulnerability that comes from knowing nothing.

I grew older and became bored more easily with sleeping and being stuck in the room. The Soup Faerie would give me books, which I read rapidly even though they were old and some pages had soup spills on them. She didn't know I was so bored; in retrospect I probably should have said something, but I was scared she'd abandon me on the street. To pass time, I listened at the door to the Soup Faerie making and giving out soup. I heard many languages spoken, all of which she was fluent in. One in particular interested me. I didn't know what it was, but I listened, figuring out words as best I could and saying them aloud. It was something to do, at least, and the soup always smelled wonderful.

I guess eventually she heard me. I'm not quite sure. All I know is that she silently walked in and saw me pressed to the wall, my back facing the door. She spoke in that tongue and I turned with a jerk. I climbed on the bed in a hurry with my ears down in shame. She switched to a language I could understand and sat down at the foot of the bed, telling me it was okay. I could learn the language. I could even come out of the room if I wanted. I could help her.

So I did. I served bowls of Minestrone soup, conversed with the pets who came, and generally had a wonderful time. Almost all of the pets who dropped by had sad stories, but not all, and those who had the sad stories seemed to grow happier just watching their bowl being piled high. I saw Royal pets stumble in, their owners having disappeared from Neopia but the pets having figured out where we were, and I saw millions of basic-colored pets, their fur rugged and their eyes hopeful. Sometimes these basic-colored pets came in with a loving owner who'd just lost all of his or her NPs at Scorchy Slots, but sometimes, like the Royals, they too came in alone.

It was probably a year or two later when I went home to Jenn. She'd just rejoined the site after leaving a few years back, and she remembered little. She made a fresh start but didn't know what pet she'd like to care for, so she passed her time primarily observing the construction of her Neohome (to be finished before the perfect pet joined, of course) and volunteering at the Soup Kitchen. She served Invisible soup; on her first day she took the cauldron and began to wash it out, thinking nothing was in it. She was in for a surprise when she felt wet soup all over her clothes!

Through her minor faux pas, though, the Soup Faerie must've spotted something that reassured her. She encouraged Jenn and talked to her frequently after I'd retired to my room. I didn't eavesdrop, figuring that the Soup Faerie was just going over some primitive basics of the job with her, and I had absolutely no interest. Instead, I preferred practicing my second language or participating in one of my other favorite hobbies, design.

The Soup Faerie always seemed to have fabric scraps lying around: from tearing up cloth to wrap a sick pet's paw to mending a Royal Zafara's cloak, cloth was always lying on a table or on the floor. Geneve liked to pick them up; I suppose it was her way of volunteering, or maybe just a way to pass the time. The Soup Faerie noticed, I suppose, and left a needle and some thread on my nighttable one day. She didn't say anything about it, nor did I. I stubbornly tried to figure out what the tool did; I think Geneve knew the whole time- perhaps she saw the Soup Faerie leave her gift?- but she wouldn't tell me, probably finding it more amusing to watch and wait. I ended up using it as a sort of knife, stabbing it into the cloth and yanking. I was content with that (even though I had no idea what the thread was for besides rolling the spools across the room), until one morning when I woke up to find one solitary stitch joining two pieces.

to be continued

About Geneve here

Another lovely image by Hollie!

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This is Promise and Magus drawn together in a scribble technique. Promise is the Aisha on the right.

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Jenn recently decided to create Aisha adoptables. But not just any Aisha adoptables, oh no. She got inspiration from the adorable Fruity Aisha Sundae seen on your left, which she received as a gift from a guildmate. This is what the adoptables look like!

(yes, that's icing on top)

No, they aren't transparent, sorry.

I am only doing requests or trades; I'm not going to create a basic set. (click here to mail me- michellejkittie).

Form:
Full name of Aisha: Gender: Reference pic: Icing color(s): Sprinkles on icing? Anything else?

All obvious rules apply: don't remove credit/alter in any way other than making transparent, don't take link off, do not use in Neopets contests or for any other use than as an adoptable. All theft will be instantly reported.

Examples of completed adoptables:

Me and my brother Magus. Please do not adopt.

Since my brother and I are Aishas, we didn't know whose page to put the adoptables on. We finally reached a compromise. All male Aisha requests will be displayed on his page and will link back there, whereas all female Aisha requests will be on my page and link to here.

NEW! The credit is now listed in one spot, in the bottom right corner of the adoptable. If anyone steals these adoptables, I will switch the credit back to the old, ugly way. If you got one from me a while ago, I am willing to fix the credit.

Requests; Open
Trades; Open

Waiting List;
Pickups;

<a href="~switzerlandpromise"><img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v435/michellejkittie/quaishanaadopt.png border=0></a>
For Brigid & Quaishana

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For Brigid & Ellbell_the_Great

Females Who've Picked Up Customs;
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Moptrais
Ryou_yamiBakura
horrible_name
Ehnya
x_Shakirah
Meeysha
Aichenne
Aekalia
_Avonlea_
Karikanah
Kahia
(12)

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Adoptables! Fan art! Awards! Squee! With the adoptables: No, I didn't make these; click on them to go to their owner's page. I am only putting custom ones up to save space. If you want to make a custom for Promise, that would be much appreciated! With the fan art: Those that would stretch the page have been shrunk; the text box shows where the larger image can be found. Click on all awards if you wish.

Custom Adoptables

Fan Art

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v435/michellejkittie/fromk0tteh.png
Thanks, k0tteh!

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v435/michellejkittie/hikarupromise.png
Thanks, Hikaru!

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v435/michellejkittie/konekupromise.png
Thanks, Koneku!
(featured on pet lookup before becoming Aisha)

Thanks, Thekk!
(actual size; similar to one on pet lookup, just without border)

Awards

Jenn's guild gives badges for taking good care of and improving her pets, both permies and fosters. Since I like quilts, Jenn decided she's show her 'quilt' of badges from the guild here.

Would you like to link back to this page? Or perhaps you'd like to exchange links? Just neomail michellejkittie and let her know! :3

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