This one has a story:

Silva neither considered herself bound to customs, nor detached from them. She felt she didn’t stray far from her father’s, or her father’s father’s ways, but she didn’t feel obligated to follow down their footsteps either.

Like most tabaxi’s her age, she found love with a town boy that her parents had known for a while, and got married to him according to her parent’s customs. When she got married, her mother got her the most beautiful traditional headdress, and outfit.

Flowers on the silky dress, and beads of turquoise and gold on the headdress.

She loved the way it looked on her, and found it the most beautiful gift a mother could give. She hoped that when she had children, at least one would be a daughter, and she could have her wear it when it was her time to find love. It was one of those things she hoped would come to happen with her offspring. She wanted to show the same love her mother did when she gave her the most beautiful wedding garbs.

Then, Najima was born.

Her little “star” was never “like the other girls,” and Silva knew she would probably not abandon her eccentric. In her green eyes she saw a fire that would never allow her to follow in her footsteps, or those of her mother’s, or anyone else’s.

Najima grew, and while Silva loved her tirelessly, little by little, she realized that she would never follow in her steps, meaning she would never have a daughter that would fall it love like she did, and that would want her mother to get her the prettiest gown and headdress for her wedding. Silva accepted her as she was though, knowing absolutely no one or nothing would change her. Najima was driven like none other to be different. Whether she liked it or not, Silva had to let her be who she was.

The headdress and gown she kept though, despite Najima. She knew her little star would probably not find love like she did, and choose to marry, and want a pretty headdress she would pass down to her daughter after she settled down to have kids. Silva kept it, however, because she wanted it to be there for her even though she needed it… just in case.

She felt that it was her way of showing that she cared. Maybe it was traditions speaking, but she felt that if she kept it for her, someday her little star would find it, and know how much he loved her.