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I am a woman, a free woman.

My name is Kyrielle, Lady Kyrielle to be precise.

My caste is Scribe.

I was not born into the Caste of Scribe. I earned my title the hard way.  Through discipline, constant dedication, and perseverance.

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

there, at the headwaters of the Upper Fayeen river, are my ancestral lands, my home where I was born.  My personal  property, Voltai Mountain Home,  an exact 100 pasang square, extending well past 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 arrived here, on Gor, down river of my personal  lands and home. They are a reclusive, flourishing  people. They were famous for their architecture: sophisticated stone and adobe masonry to multi-story cliff dwellings, grand above ground pueblos in Arizona.They have brought their talents with them. Their homes here are stunningly beautiful works of art created just as they were on earth. They wear practical, beautifully crafted clothing made from natural materials, including animal hides and feathers. Women wear plain one color wrap around rectangular dresses secured with woven sashes. All beautifully dyed from plants. The men wear breechclothes, short kilts and woven cotton or fiber belts, their colors more muted than their women and children. In cold weather they utilize heavy warm blankets and capes, constructed the same way, by intricately weaving together feathers and pelts. Their footwear are sandals or leather moccasins adding very specialized insulated socks for cold weather.

 

On my eighteenth birthday I was summoned to stand before my parents, The King and Queen of our now Gorean Anasazi Tribe. They accepted my wish to change my name and gave permission to roam so long as I always remembered who and what I am. On that beautiful day, I became Kyrielle. A Kyrielle is a form of poetry not many can master. It is written in short, rhyming stanzas that feature a repeating refrain line. Interestingly enough, it also means a long , continuous stream or series of " things" . 

As the years  slipped one into another, we, my parents and I, have developed a wonderful friendship, including invitations to all their ceremonies as well as trading between us despite our differing lifestyles.   I am privileged to be one of them , to walk with and among such beautiful, loving  people, my birth family. 

 

Purchased from Perin, who taught me how to weave a long, long time ago,  two beautiful looms. One or the other is in use nearly every single day. Lovely things are created from those looms. Foremost for the girls living in the orphanage of Ven'dara and  pretty things for me, occasionally for others for gifts. I love pretty things.  I suspect most women do. 

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Rigidly enforced by Cabot " in perpetuity" : no matter where I choose to roam I am always to walk well guarded. So  I am always  well guarded. 

With that in mind...

it is said the quill is mightier than the sword. I have both.

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 a long time ago.  The only difference between my sword and those who wield various other kinds and designs is that mine is much lighter weight and very feminine. Just so very .....pretty ! Cartouches are etched on both sides of the blade.Oh the tale they tell ! Indeed !  A silver scabbard envelopes the blade, and there it rests, nesting snuggly down the center of my back.

 Always.

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