I am Kyrielle. Lady Kyrielle Veris to be precise.

Age stabilized at 42. Older than most, younger than some.

Mother of one. Companion to none.

My caste is Scribe. In that capacity, I serve Ven'dara and her people.

My Home Stone, my citizenship is of and to that most resplendent city on the hill. Ven'dara.

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.

And if I must engage in combat, I will do so. 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.

Always. 

A quill or several in my hair. 

Sometimes.

I dance. Free Women's Happy Dances. 

With my Sisters. Of Benevolent Mayhem.

 * Currently on assignment  *