At the wedding of High Legionnaire Kakoon and Lady Qiana:
You see Lady Avawren Fiora Nalfein the Spiritweaver. She appears to be an Elf. She is tall. She appears to be young and robust. She has beautifully silvery black-outlined almond-shaped glacial blue eyes, glossy vermilion full lips, and soft, creamy white skin. She has long, glossy platinum hair tucked into a loose chignon adorned with a spray of buttery golden linden flowers. She has a well-defined, oblong face, a classical nose and a plump-lipped generous mouth. The strikingly smooth transitions between her otherwise angular features lend a distinctly patrician quality to her aspect. She is wearing a twisted vaalin geldarald dangling a tiny intensely glowing green glimaerstone flower, a draping kelyn green damask gown fluted with gilded flowers, a silk-backed jet lace fan, a gold-on-crimson brocade purse with a twist lock closure, and some ribbon-knotted sandals atop twisted rose gold heels.
Crest: Encompassed in a gold unified frame, a black rose set above a bronze wren volant upon a field of jade green, accented with a flourish of platinum linden leaves; flanked to the left with triple vert ash twigs, flanked to the right with a sable hawk rising toward a sun in splendor.
Avawren Fiora Nalfein is the second daughter of the Fiora family of Ta'Nalfein. As the second daughter of a minor noble family she was afforded a significant amount of freedom as a child. Her mother took ill shortly after her birth so she grew up largely in Ta'Ardenai or outside of the city proper on the family's summer estate with her maternal grandmother, Verdrace, an empath of House of Ardenai. Her grandmother was a spiritualist and taught Avawren how to read the winds, how to speak to the lesser spirits; to ask boons of them and how to make offerings to keep them pleased and healthy.
The Nalfein are famously pragmatic. They do not often believe in fate or the intangible so as Avawren grew and was introduced to Nalfein society she watched as her grandmother was treated as an "oddity", a delightful bit of entertainment at autumn balls and summer picnics. Desiring to fit in and succeed, as any young woman of society does, Avawren grew distant from Verdrace and left her summers with the wild, natural things behind.
Armed with a quick wit, sound judgment and a knack for parsing people's needs, Avawren did well in the city. She found herself at a fairly young age in a good match with the favorite son of the well placed Malcisong family. It was a marriage of politics and business, but Avawren quickly grew to love Ignais Malcisong deeply and they lived happily for many decades.
In the summer of 5105, while traveling to the family's gem mines east of Ta'Nalfein, Ignais was betrayed by his guards and lead into a Grimswarm ambush. Avawren does not share the details of this event, but readily and openly accepts the responsibility for her husband's death. The Malcisongs let her take this blame, and she lived for thirteen years dutifully carrying their ire while studying to become an empath.
In early Olaesta 5118 she finally put away her mourning gowns and left for Ta'Illistim, seeking to burying herself in books at the Library Aies. She stopped for what was intended to be a brief tour of Ta'Vaalor, arriving just in time to see the Lake of Fear freeze solid. She remained in the Fortress, unexpectedly tumbled into adventuring. She felt called to help the Vaalor, citing a debt she owes, and vowed to stay until the unnatural winter was lifted. Though her efforts to save the sylvan child unwittingly responsible for lingering winter were for naught, she forged lasting friendships and rediscovered herself through the trials.
In late Koaratos, after events that challenged her allegiances to a breaking point and solidified her priorities, Avawren assisted in the Ritual that finally ended the winter. She remains now in Ta'Vaalor for her own reasons.
Call of Caligos
Pleas of the Meek
a wren-embossed cinereous suede pouch
Formed of ashen-colored suede, the pouch is lined with ivory silk patterned with a myriad of small birds flitting through a ructious display of lilac blossoms. A pair of wrens is wrought in lifelike detail around the pouch, one perched upon a linden branch and the other just taking flight. A stout ivory ribbon, from the center of which dangles a golden rose charm, functions as a drawstring.
A wedding gift from her sister-in-law, Gaelira.
a patinaed leather herb satchel
Parts of the chestnut colored leather of this satchel have been worn in to a soft golden sheen from many years of use. Structured corners and plush velveteen lining provide cushion for it's delicate contents, while a flap adorned with a faded painting of linden branches in full bloom keep them secure.
Her grandmother's herb satchel, gifted upon her departure for Ta'Illistim
a stab-bound white linen grimoire
Though the linen covers of this grimoire have been well-cared for, thinning along the edges bear testament to the reverent use of countless hands. A series of perfectly spaced holes puncture both cover and contents and are threaded through with fine crimson thread to form a simple, elegant binding. Framed by clusters of emerald cleyera leaves on the cover is a delicate script. Now barely legible, the faint writing reads, "The Path."
a whorled black rose deck
Viridian and ebon hues blend together across the smooth, slightly glossy placard to create a swirled pattern that condenses at the center into the image of a black rose. A twisted stem, highlighted in a silvery hue, descends from the base of the partially unfurled petals, its curved stalk speckled with sharply curved thorns. Dotting the four corners are orbs that resemble black pearls.
A Twilight Grey Journal - A collection of in-character journal entries and short stories. (Almost entirely OOC knowledge)