Traveling through the Silver gates of Haleun'or, Valisara Araffae Athius and Darizel Kaeius Elsinaerith decided it best to start a life and have kin. The pair found it necessary to have at least two children, though unfortunately Valisara could only have one. This child, born to be a beautiful baby girl baring the name Olena, would end up growing and prospering in life somewhere around Haleun'or. Not quite far or close to the main capital, the family lived a quiet yet well life. Valisara was a lean, pale high elf whose features and hair resembled closely to her daughter whereas Darizel had long silver hair and the orbs that Olena now inherits. As years paced by, it would be known to the family that Valisara's dear sister committed a large crime and would be sentenced to death. To have an affair with a human and become impure meant large consequence and as a child, Olena had to experience her aunt's death. Though this did not cause any sort of trauma, instead it created a new learning experience for her. The high elf had been lectured and taught greatly by both of her parents. To which they held no sympathy for the impure. As for Olena, her mind was ever-growing and the ideas and new logic that emerged caused her to be forever curious of the world around her. Around 16, the couple vowed to their daughter that they'd perhaps venture across the ocean for means of writing books that could answer their own questions. Months pass by, and no letter would be sent to their only daughter. Anxiety and a deep sadness arose within Olena, but for the sake of her image in the community, she'd hold her head high and continue maintaining the household. Soon enough, she'd forget the warning her mother requested of her. To stay within the gates of Haleun'or. Stubborn, and eager to find her parents, Olena would come back two years later with nothing. Although grown, and rather matured she'd still be left with a gaping hole in her heart, her mind, and newfound fear of abandonment and failure. Questions left unanswered, and a home she could no longer consider hers... Indeed, it would be quite tough, but unlike others who remained desolate by the graveyards of their supposedly dead parents, Olena would persevere and continue to live a pure life. To which she'd consider friends and once again create reason for why everything happened the way it did. Olena Miriare Elsinaerith were to strive towards something great, and if it meant that her logic would challenge her towards being alone the rest of her life to reach her goal, then per say she might just as well resonate with it.
A high elven woman strides down the plank of the boat in step, avoiding the people who barged forwards just behind her. The calming wind provided a sense of peace within her. Of course, Olena would be wearing silk at the bazaar and not just the dress but a white scarf would also be draped around her shoulders. Peering around with narrowed eyes, she'd be looking for a stall selling literature. She'd lower her head to look into a black satchel that lay slung by her left arm, and to her dismay, everything appeared disorganized. "..You've ought to be kidding me, I might as well search for a new storing place while I'm here." Olena mentioned before returning her attention to the many stalls that resided by the path. The high elven woman continued taking small strides through the bazaar, narrowing her brows as she looked to the appearance of people in ragged attire, different colored patterns, almost like a quilt, and etc. She'd keep her mouth shut momentarily, only pausing in her walk as a well-dressed gentleman approached her. Meeting his smile with a weary one, she'd answer his inquiry. "I suppose... lovely would be a metaphor as to what I'm pondering about. Though, I'm looking for literature. And I don't mind whichever, for I also won't be speaking of the reason either." Olena included, wavering her finger as she stood towering over the man, "Oh, and I might just be looking for stalls that sell satchels of good material."
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