Larebilir Matos’onn

[Parker 390]

 

Dominion of Malin

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Larebilir Matos’onn

The Smith from the Sand

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It was late at night, the soft breeze graced the sand whilst the moon dawned its silver shine upon the great desert of the Caliphate. Just outside the city where tents and sandstone constructions dotted the perimeter, were many families of different origin -- it was a dense cultural habitat. A child with long-ears which reached the length of her father's index. They had named her Salia, a mixture of elven and the location of her upbringing.

 

 

Throughout her youth, she spent most of her time learning languages and important history points of the world she was born into. Among her family, she also had friends -- many Qalasheen whilst others were either elven or half-breeds, she was open-minded much like her family. Other than her academics, she was highly interested in her fathers craft. She grew up learning the ways of the hammer and anvil, whilst she sought new materials through haggling the markets or freely venturing into old-homes that had been taken halfway under sand through countless sandstorms.

 

Unlike others, her father and mother were there till their last breath, of natural cause; old age. Whilst she mourned for the few days she spent there, before having her belongings packed, the woman brought herself to many places, finally settling into Caras Eldar almost four months later. She had met the Queen Renn Calithil and forged a bond with both her profession and her servitude to the Sovereignty, yet she kept her cultural background of sand and elvenesse.

 

 

Whilst she forges, there comes memories of her old home, in wishes that she may come across her old friends in the later years or perhaps soon.

[Sky 0]

“Okay.” says Demetrius.

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