Yellow Weaver
"Aren't you afraid of getting lost?"
"I've been lost for my entire life," Loomi noted. Her good eye drifted towards the stars above. "I've been dragged across the galaxy and back more times than I can count... or even remember for that matter. Sometimes it's because of people. Sometimes it's because if random chance. Even so..."
A radiant smile spread across her face. Where others looked out at a cruel galaxy she looked out at a beautiful, chaotic symphony. Waves of harmonic irregularity crashing and mixing together into a tapestry vaster than the mind could fathom. After all she had been through, Loomi still couldn't look upon existence with hatred. Even with all the turmoil she had endured, because...
"I have faith that I'll be carried where I need to go. And that I'll never be lost for long."