Logan and Mara, doll musings

I've found some new things about Logan, some of which surprised me greatly. The first is that she's not any of the versions of her character that I've ever written about, but another who is unique to the world of my doll family. Also, she's not being sarcastic when she calls me Ma. She means it, and likes me. She's a wildheart and a lone soul, but very caring and protective of the other 'kids' in her family. She discovered that she had paint on her toenails the other day and I expected an explosion, but all I got was a wry grin and a
twinkle in the dark eyes that only exsist thus far in my mind. She refused to spend Christmas day with the other dolls, saying that she'd rather wait to do such things until she was completed and dressed, but I think she just wanted to be alone with her memories.

Mara is another wildheart, though she's much much younger than Logan. A tiny, elf-like being just fully stepped over the line into womanhood, she made a nich for herself even before she was fully out of the box and is filling it with all her might. She gives the impression of being tough as nails, but warm and caring. She and Logan and Ruhamah and (surprisingly) Molly understand one another perfectly.

It's a new thing for me as a writer to see a character before I know who or what they are, but I think it's helping me with visualizing the characters in my stories, helping to tear down barriers that I didn't know were there and allowing me to feel the 'people' that I write so that they in turn can be felt by those who read of their exploits and trials.

Thank You, Jesus!