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.
A quill or several in my hair.
I dance. Free Women's Happy Dances.
With my Sisters. Of Benevolent Mayhem.
* Currently on assignment *