Eskila

Eskila
Status	Active
Race	Prydaen
Gender	Female
Guild	Paladin
Instance	Prime

Description

You see Initiate Paladin Eskila, a Prydaen.

Eskila has a round face, cat-slitted crystal green eyes and a small nose. Her bright orange-streaked black mane is shoulder length and fine, and is worn in a mop of unruly cowlicks. She has tortoiseshell fur, a slender tail and a scrawny figure.

She is average height for a Prydaen.

She appears to be a a mouse-catcher.

She is wearing a blood orange dragon lily, some black steel-rimmed spectacles, a long orange tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists, an elegant orange velvet skirt and a pair of bright orange leather sandals.

Details

Grew up on a pig farm.

Girlfriend of Opol.

Owner of Ms. Beanpop Snow the red-eyed white rat.

Likes the color orange, it matches her fur.

Favorite colors are teal or purple.

Trains too much.

Always tired.

Collects all the worn knives. Daggers are not knives.

Against raisins in things.

Story

    Her sister's tail slipped from her fingers.

    "Come on, Eski, try to keep up."

    "I'm trying... you're just so fast..."

    "I'm only walking, slowpoke."

    "I can't... breathe..."

    "OK... I'll wait around the next corner!"

    Eskila stopped jogging and doubled over in the snow, panting for breath.
The dark, blurry figure of her sister receded into the distance, vanishing 
into the scenery before the road even turned. She rubbed her eyes, blinking 
away the frost from her eyelids, and slowly toppled backwards to sit and 
breathe. If Skylea would wait like she said, then she could wait, too.

    Her chest didn't stop hurting, but after a few minutes she stood up and 
plodded along the path anyway, going her own pace.

    Skylea was waiting, dozing off in the cover of the small trees just off
the path.

    "You OK?"

    Eskila stopped to gasp for breath again, nodding.

    "Come on, sis..." Skylea got up and knelt before her, taking her hands
and turning around to wrap Eskila's arms around her neck. "Want to be home 
for dinner."

    Eskila let herself be lifted onto her sister's back, her eyes closing 
in relief.

---

    "Mom, I can go to the market myself next time."

    "Its OK to be slow, Sky. Eskila needs the fresh air."

    "I don't want to spend all day waiting for her! She can't even last a 
mile anymore."

    Her family's voices drifted through the curtain-covered doorway as she 
lie in the darkness of the bedroom, her body aching even after the sun had 
set.

    "Honey, its the only time she gets to spend with you, can't you just 
enjoy it?"

    "I used to. Its not fun."

    "Just give it time. The new medicine should start working in a few days,
she'll get better."

    "Can't she stay home until then? I already have to do her work, its not
fair to carry her too..."

    Eskila pulled her pillow over her ears and tried to fall back asleep.

More to come...