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Sitting at the campfire in Parth Galen, Lusseriel was looking unblinkingly at the rabbit sitting near her, that just looked at her right back, seemingly entirely unbothered.
It’s only a sound nearby that drew her attention away and broke the moment, and she huffed and started writting in her journal.
Melfara is an intelligent, selfless, compassionate, and loving 20 year old. She will respond to being called Mel, but only her friends will not get her sword through their bodies when called Mel.
Einnaar was born three years after his parents, exiles from the Lonely Mountain, settled in the Blue Mountains of Ered Luin. His father Regnaar was an accomplished tinker but unlike his younger brother who was a chip off the old block and consequently, his father's favorite, Einnaar held only a passing interest in metalwork and gems. His passions instead seem to reside with the legends of old and the artifacts left behind by people long since past. Regnaar and his wife were initially supportive of their son and apprenticed him to a scholar in the Maker's Hall.
The young girl cried as the man grasped her hand firmly leading her through the country lane. The rain lashed down in torrents and the wind howled as they made their way on their journey. The din made her small voice barely audible.
The Lady never thought that when she woke up that morning, he would be there once more. Of course, there was the underlying hope to which she would internally criticize herself. As she grew older she knew better than to wear her emotions on her sleeves. She thought she had grown colder and perhaps she did.