Mairon Berilior was born to Aelon and Erienel in 1745 F.A on the first day of Malin's Welcome within the alabaster walls of Haelun'or. Like all Mali'aheral his life is not bound to the curse of age, and as such his existence was one considerably timeless in comparison to the shorter lived Descendants, the first 51 years of his life taking place on Arcas before the catastrophes that drove the Descendants to new lands being mostly uneventful, coming into his own as an individual and deciding his dreams was what filled these seasons. However, upon migrating to Almaris he settled with the rest of his kind, preparing to better himself and truly pursue his talents within the College. For 35 years now he has been gorging on the endless information attainable within the great College, and to the present day he has been labeled to have an insatiable thirst for truth and knowledge.
Mairon settles his sights upon the stranger accosting him with an indifference practiced for decades, calculating the worth of even responding, and the consequences of not doing so. His features remained stone-like, unmoving until his lips parted to prove he was made of flesh and not marble, "My aspirations are far more esoteric than that, and I do not intend to stay long. Valah van'ayla.", is all he offers, his enigmatic conclusion to his response as out of place here as he was himself. He did not intend to wait for permission to disembark his current place, instead turning to walk around the man to complete the task he came here for. He could only hope the man would take the hint.
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