Indira was a woman of many words, although she now resides in Haelun'or, she often thought back to when it was referred to as Silver State.
Often spending her time within the library or as her close friend Candra would say "Wasting your life away', Indira was an archivist. Candra was a bit of a free spirit, although elves lived for quite a long time, Candra always said there as something to be done other than being couped up inside. She was powerful, the kind of person Indira looked up to, with her affinity to Fire and Air magic. Indira wasn't one to get jealous, but the way everyone looked and Candra was different, she had all the qualities Indira wished for in herself, kindness, beauty, power...Indira was beautiful, but she just couldn't see that herself, of course she still took pride in the way she carried herself, but she always wanted to be different. The decline took a toll on her. The kingdom had a lot of drawbacks, they had pulled funding from the library, meaning there was a decrease in pay, honestly it was quite damning for her, that's where most of her income resided. Sticking to her passion for books, she kept working, familiar faces had slowly retreated, one by one, until Candra came to her, she had urged her to come along with her, that this Kingdom was dying, and at a fast rate at that. Indira didn't want to see it, although she had sense, she quite liked it there, she had enough money for a meal a day, she had a roof over her head, but most importantly, she had her books. In the end Candra left, she wanted something more so she set sail, and crossed the sea. Hopefully something was there that she had needed.
Indira knew Candra was right, she could only survive with that little money for a short time, soon cost would go up, and then she would be stuck, that's when she decided to try and search for other means of income, for years she tried, taking odd jobs here and there, but nothing was sustainable, nothing was permanent. She would need to get stronger, maybe if she did that people would come and seek her to aid them in whatever their hearts desired. In Indira's mind had she found something powerful enough, she could take whatever she wanted, master her sought after crafts, possibly have land to call her own. The decline had taken a toll on her, and there was no family to help her, they had long died since she was in her 60's, her father was a boat captain, and her mother was one of his first crew mates. They often dealt with trading, taking supplies and selling it to the humans, until one day the humans got greedy, stowed away on their ship, and killed the crew, her parents included. As an only child it hurt, not knowing there was anyone looking out for you, or taking care of you anymore, although she had been independent since she could walk, she still relied on their income.
