I am Kyrielle. Lady Kyrielle to be precise.
Older than most, younger than some.
Mother of one. Companion to none.
My Home Stone, my citizenship, is of and to that most resplendent city on the hill, Ven'dara.
My Caste is Scribe. In that capacity I serve Ven'dara and her peoples.
When not in such service, I am most content where I was born. In the wild and beautiful Voltai mountains.
It is said the quill is mightier than the sword. I have both. Every rose.....has its thorn.
The blood of generations of Warriors runs through my veins.
If I must engage in combat, I will do so without apology. To the death. Yours or mine. No in between.
To that end I stand sublime. Liquid gold rising. A willowy 6 feet in height.
Inside a woven silver harness, exquisitely crafted, rests a curved double edged blade.
24 inches in length, handle to tip. Nesting comfortably between my shoulders.
A quill or several in my hair.
I dance. Every day.
Free Women's Happy Dances.
Occasionally with my Sisters of Benevolent Mayhem.