Celariel Dawnfury

She had been afforded a lovely childhood as the middle sibling to a middle class family. Music was their oxygen, and the entire clan possessed near prodigal levels of talent when concerning the arts. Her father, a musician and inventor had improved upon the tara'ambriel (lute), creating a model that produced a more full and vibrant sound for the nobles and their grand galas. This afforded the family not only a comfortable life but a slight, albeit humble, connection with the royal family.

She was a whisper on the breeze, a petal set adrift in the tides of the ever changing direction of the wind. Where her heart led she followed, seeking out beauty in everything that surrounded her. When she was at home and not marauding on some adventure she spent her long days musing over lyrics and poetry, or amusing nobles with her talents at balls, dinner parties, or even afternoon tea with the ladies. It was a fine living and one she adored with every inch of her heart.

A Chance Meeting
It was a trying time at best, the sons and daughters of those who founded this nation left behind in a wake of subsequent tragedy and unending sadness. The weather reflected her mood now, the air filled with grim darkness. Even when the sunlight did filter through the canopy to shine brightly upon the lucid amber and fading green of Fall, there was a darkness still. For her part Celariel was deep in thought of late...thought over her sister's health, thought over the health of the nation, and selfishly she even grieved for her own personal affairs. She needed to know more about this illness that flooded the streets. She did not endeavor to pretend she would help directly, no...but perhaps she could do something. Footfalls drew her closer to the streets, an azure gaze searching the darkness until coming to rest upon Elgoain. A deep breath was drawn as a delicate hand cupped her cheek before covering her mouth. She blinked several times, thinking a moment before advancing toward him. -WIP-