Priya

Seia: "You asked me to promise not to harm your father, which I will not promise."

Priya: "He is my family. And if you're with me, he is your family as well....Is it customary in Harad to harm the bride's father? Do you not respect your elders?"

​Seia: "If I did not fight my elders, I would still be in Harad....And I do not think you have asked my mother's permission for marriage."

Seia sat at a table in the Forsaken Inn, poring over a map of the mountains to the south and all of the valley trails through them. The map was so big that it spilled over the edge of the table. Every so often he glanced at the entrance to the ratty old inn, or inked a mark onto the goat-hide map with his little finger.

The Old man’s convoy was passing Bree, but as many knew one could rarely just pass Bree. The Town had it’s own, often cruel, will. Priya had tried her best to avoid the place and she had argued against staying in the Town, but Elroy had managed to get his way through. He wanted to stay in the Pony and she, as a new comer, had no right to change their travel plans.

Priya was whittling a small piece of wood. The shape carved out of the block resembled an ugly bear, even though it was supposed to be a horse.

The sky was covered with bleak grey clouds. Priya sat on a trembling front bench of an old wooden caravan, her head turned to her side and her vacant stare directed over a barren field. Some stray locks of her black hair were dancing in front of her face in the freezing wind. The horse pulling the caravan was old and lazy. So the speed was not that breath-taking. Norman, the one-eared hound, was sitting between Priya’s legs, half-observant half-asleep. Meanwhile Ginger, the auburn-furred hound, was padding briskly beside the horse.  

(Many thanks to Priya for the idea and letting me use it, and to all the role-players whose characters are a part of Alex's life and influenced it.)

After a particularly messy scene involving an ambush by a trio of bandits, Aureliyn and Alex stand in front of a small stream and next to a small pile of ashes.

(Glimpses of moments Priya has had with different characters. Thank you to all those lovely players whose characters are in any way involved in her life.) 

A regular day at the Kennel...
Priya: I will try to sleep a little. Let’s hope they don’t burn down the house meanwhile. 

Priya entered the Kennel, having spent the entire day cleaning up the storage hut situated behind the main building. She smiled at the sight of Seia, who seemed to be leaning against the table, his back towards the door. ”You’re back,” she said smiling, while hanging her cloak and scarf on the wall. Seia didn’t turn to face her. ”Yes. I was at the tavern, here in town.” Priya stepped behind Seia, attempting to see over his shoulder, pondering what was he looking at on the table. There was nothing there.

Priya curled her fingers around the hilt of her long knife and slid the blade out of it’s sheath. She held it in front of her mid-section with a loose indifferent grip. Seia stepped forth and took her hand in his, moving her fingers about until they were wrapped around the hilt just below the crossguard. ”Hold it here. The weight is easier to manage the closer you are to the centerpoint,” he said. Priya nodded firmly, tightening her grip after her fingers had found their places. ”What then? Do I now stab you?”, she asked, grinning.

Priya closed the Kennel’s door after stepping inside in Seia’s trail. They had been discussing about a six year old girl, Lydea, they had met at Alekay’s place earlier. The child had just recently learnt she had probably lost both of her parents. She was such a heart breaking sight, crying and clinging onto Alex’s shirt. Priya had seemed grim while they had made their way back at the Kennel, pondering about the fate of the orphaned girl.