Basic Information
Bloodline Ability
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Physical Description
Noopa is a short, round, thoroughly well-fed kobold about two foot seven, and she would like you to know that she is round on purpose and has worked very hard at it. Her scales are a warm honey gold, pebbled like the skin of a lemon and fading to soft cream along her belly, her throat, and her thick tail. A little crown of short brown horns sits on her head, her ear frills are wide and apricot pink, and her eyes are big, round, and brown, and almost always crinkled up in a smile. She works in a loose cream shirt with the sleeves shoved up, under a heavy leather apron so spattered with old wax that it has gone stiff, with a dipping spoon, wick shears, and a snack in its pockets and a cloth tucked into the belt for her hands. She stands on a stool to reach the dipping racks, and she is very often found standing on it with an armful of tapers held to her chest like a bunch of flowers, and a look on her face that suggests she is thinking about lunch.
Every candle Noopa makes smells like food. Not faintly, and not by accident: she steeps her wax with crusts, peels, spices, and drippings until it holds the smell of a dish, and then she names the candle after it. Fresh Bread. Honey Butter. Apple Night. Sunday Stew. Burnt Sugar, which was a mistake the first time and is now her best seller. A house with one of her candles lit smells like supper is nearly ready, and people have been known to get up and go and look in the kitchen. She is serious, almost solemn, about her craft. She judges her wax by smell and by the sound it makes on the spoon, she will not rush a candle for anyone, and she likes to say that a candle is only a recipe you don't eat. She is even more serious about food. She is always eating, always cooking, or always on her way to somewhere that sells something, and she has never once in her life been bothered by what that has done to her waistline, except to let out her apron.
Personality & Temperament
- Knows wax the way a smith knows iron
- Generous with food to a fault, and proud of it
- Happy in her own skin, and makes others feel it too
- Patient with a process; never rushes a candle
- Fiercely loyal to Trubbo and every Burrowbough kobold
- Cannot pass a food stall without stopping
- Snacks at the wax bench, despite the obvious risks
- Lectures anyone who burns a cheap tallow candle
- Keeps feeding people who have said no three times
- Wanders off mid-sentence toward a good smell
A candle's just a recipe you don't eat. Same as baking. Get your heat right, don't rush it, and never, ever skimp on the good stuff.
Round? I'm round. I've worked very hard on it. Now sit down, I've made too much again, and you look like you've had a day.
Trubbo eats one bowl a day. One! So I bring him a second one every night. Someday he's going to eat it, and I'm going to be right there when he does.
- Pip's ice cream, any flavor, any weather
- Nibbin's beeswax, the best in Haven
- The smell of fresh bread, in a candle or out of one
- Dipping tapers in the quiet before the shop opens
- Watching Trubbo eat, which almost never happens
- Cheap tallow candles that smoke and stink
- Anyone who rushes a candle, or a stew
- Being told she ought to eat less (she won't)
- Wicks trimmed too short
- An empty pantry