Sanderlings

Llothia was married to her dearest friend long ago, to keep a pact of safety. Her wife was human, and became gravely ill. Llothia attempted treatment for her lover, but her lover was too far gone to receive treatment. Ever since the death of her lover, she had not since pursued marriage. She still wears upon her finger a crystal and vine ring - gold, quartz and autumnal vine. Upon the ring checks an engravement "Rhia Mearu - Eternally Llothia's." She holds her ring clear and dear to her heart, as it is her only memory left of her wife, Rhia. At night, she looks towards the stars, a ritual she had made 200 years ago with her closest lover and friend, Rhia. She was merely human, and Llothia knew she would not live long, but Rhia reigns forever eternal in her mind. Rhia gave Llothia faith in humankind, to which Llothia has vowed to help those in need at any cost, for her love. Llothia stays within her hovel deep in the woods, awaiting the time to which she is ready to move on. Familial Status: Widely unknown. Llothia was raised by dwarves who later died at age 300. It has been quite a while since they've past, but Llothia remembers her parents fondly, and mourns them. Each spring, she leaves flowers around their gravesite, some ways away from her hovel, to which they chose to be buried. Llothia had inherited their hovel in their passing, as well as their garden - to which she tends frequently. Llothia has even grown trees around her parent's gravesite to adhere to family tradition in loving memory. Her elven parents are not known. Goals: Llothia, growing tired of solitude in study and gardening, being widowed, wishes to move forward in her life. Perhaps she could bring her studies forward to those who are in need and open a shop... After all, she has had issues on growing food lately. Perhaps a bit of minas could help with that. Llothia looks forward to the great city from her hilltop hovel with determination. "It's time." She thinks, to herself. "I must go back into the world, for the sake of my love and my lineage. This is for you, Rhia, my dear.” Childhood: Llothia had known her dwarven parents ever since she started in this world. She was seemingly abandoned at the doorstep of the dwarven family's beautiful home. Llothia recalls her dwarven parents being infertile and unable to have children, so she was their first and only one to be in line, thus gaining her "maiden" name "Mearu," from the Mearu family. They are nonexistent as of now, being Llothia is the last of her line. When Llothia was a child, her mother taught her gardening and herbalism. Over time, Llothia learned of simple medicines, to which she had used upon herself to treat her own wounds and the wounds of animals and other beings. With this skill, she learned to nurse beings back to health, and has since been an advocate for nature, making sure the path in which she crosses with the natural world is conserved and protected. When Llothia was a child, she also learned simple techniques of blacksmithing - she honed her skills in making daggers and trinkets, such as beautiful rings - to which she made one for her past wife made of emerald and silver - "It was the color of Rhia's beautiful eyes," She would say, in reflection of the emerald color. "Eyes I shall never misplace within my mind. They haunt me." Llothia spent most of her childhood in the outer world, in both the woods and by the sea. Adventure was always the calling of Llothia, as curiosity had always been a gift and a curse for herself. Llothia, however, had not much interacted with the major city, and had only met those who came from the city and heard stories from those who came there. Llothia had always been in wonder and awe of the city, yet had always been frightened by its magnitude - thus, she had avoided it for many years, sending out others to help her in survival, along with growing food on her own. Llothia Mearu's parents were a moderately-established couple, married, with very few materials at their hands. They originated from Agnarumm, but decided to move for sometime near Haense, nearby the Haenseti lowlands, where they lived their lives as merchants and worked as suppliers in the southern reaches, where they were treated as lowerclassmen and we're not given much pay for their duties. In frustration of his continuity in such a state, as a lowerclassmen, Llothia's adoptive father told her the story of when he decided to pledge himself to the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, beneath Saint Karl Barbanov, and says to have seen him on that faithful day to which Barbanov had been struck down and taken in by the name of the one above. Llothia's father would often reminisce in his days, to which stuck in Llothia's mind fervently to this day. Llothia was told the story of in her parents aging, when coming about Llothia's adoptive father's age of 300, and her adoptive mother's age of 275, her parents had decided to take a leap of faith and move to a more peaceful and calm abode, out in the wilderness, to which her mother and father built their very own home of oak and cobblestone (to which now hangs moss) over in Agnarumm, back where her mother and father originated, just at the outskirts of the kingdom. A few decades later, Llothia showed up upon the married couple's doorstep and she was willingly taken in. Llothia grew up exercising the religion of Brathmordakin, to which her father practiced Brathmordakin beneath the Dwarven Clergy, the Da Kirkja Dverga, and then adhered to the Clergy of True Faith, in time, the Ar Yemarin Anaros, to which Llothia also bowed beneath - as is custom to her family. Llothia and her father praised the fourth High Prelate, Ozneat Treebeard and the fifth High Prelate, Dutesli Treebeard, for their respective spread of religion and religious freedom - to which Llothia came to respect Dutesli the most for her ideologies of peace and unity, and these principals had worked deeply in the life of Llothia. Llothia forever now strives for peace and unity with Dutesli Treebeard in mind. On the other hand, Llothia's adoptive mother was a part of the Stormfist Clan, and bear many of their markings, such as sky-colored hair. Llothia heard few stories from her mother, as they were not as close as Llothia was to her father. Llothia, however, heard that many of her adoptive mother's family were within the War of the Beards - to which her mother refused to explain, as she bear trauma for such a war. Her mother swore to her that she prefer peace and equity, and that she wish not to corrupt the young girl's mind. Llothia, at age 135, met her lovely wife, a human named Rhia, who adopted the name Rhia Mearu, who hailed from the kingdom of Sutica, to which she told Llothia many stories of, and told Llothia of what a beautiful place it was, and how she wished Llothia would come with her to Sutica - Llothia, of course, denied this many times, wishing to stay with her mother and father to keep them company as they grew older in age. Rhia, of course understood this, and soon moved in with her lover. She, however, soon died (when Llothia was age 175, and Rhia was age 60). Rhia's sickness was unknown, but her last words struck Llothia - "You must see the place in which I hailed... You must see it's beauty. You must... It is my will, my love. Be free, my love." Llothia remembers these haunting words, and still remains, in curiosity, of the sights to which Rhia had described many times. Llothia's parents soon died, her father at age 500, and her mother at age 475 (simultaneously). Llothia is unaware of how her parents died but was forced to see the bodies of her parents mangled, and help a ceremony for their death's, herself, and buried her parents right next to her wife, Rhia, off in the woods. Llothia still wonders of those words her wife had told her many years ago, and her heart yearns to find another place in the world. Llothia bears nothing but knowledge, and technique, but perhaps she could be useful in Sutica! Llothia no longer wishes to endure the conflict of the place she had resided for so many years, and has began to become urged to leave the kingdom of Agnarum. The only things that have kept Llothia in Agnarum are the memories of her family - but Llothia knows she must move on, and not forever stay in her sorrow. Llothia also begins to wonder of her true birth parents – what has become of them?