Kyrielle

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I am a woman, a beautiful free woman. My name is Lady Kyrielle. 

  My name was chosen by my mother for its form of a poem named  a Kyrielle. 

I  grew up and became a Companion,  and  became a mother. Once the dust settled from all of that  I began my studies under the auspicious of the elder Scribes. After a year, I took their oath and  became one of their own. I am a working Scribe, the  keeper of secrets, managing delicate and just flat a ** dangerous matters on request. Hence the need to learn the art of self preservation. This  took yet another year, training  every night, until I couldn't get it wrong.

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It is said the quill is mightier than the sword. I have both. So sweet !

My weapons: 

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Quills, ink & parchment . 

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A silver Koftgari hilted bidi sword, 32 inches in total, the blade length 26 inches, was crafted for me. The only difference between my sword and those who wield various other kinds  and designs is mine is much lighter weight and very feminine. Just so.....pretty ! Cartouches are etched on both sides of the blade. A silver scabbard envelopes the blade, and there it rests , nesting snuggly down the center of my back.

Always. 

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   ......East of the Thassa ........west of the winds.....

there, at the headwaters of the Upper Fayeen river, are my lands, my home where I was born. My  property an exact 100 pasang square, extending beyond the foothills into the Voltai mountains peaks. 

Plucked from the desert southwest of Arizona in the United States of America hundreds of years ago, the entire Anasazi tribe, of which I am one, lives here. Their lands close " enough " to my lands their homes close " enough" abutting to my home.

Reclusive by nature, yet immensely famous for their architecture, they are the  ultimate  in contrasts. In Arizona they built highly sophisticated stone and adobe masonry multi-story cliff dwellings, as well as grand above ground pueblos. Their homes are  every bit as stunningly beautiful, greatest art, created and crafted just as they were on earth.  I think my home is the most beautiful. 

 My birth, in the springtime of the year, came mired in the blood of my mother. My parents are the King and his Queen of the beautiful Anasazi tribe.  I am alive because my mother, the Queen, died, following  her birthing of me. Makes you sick, doesn't it,  knowing I thrived because she died. 

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