Kaelie
| Kaelie Rudeone | |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Elf |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Empath |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Jiah, Reira, Mazrian, Daeryean |
Description
You see Hodierna's Fist Kaelie Rudeone-Daemondred, Transcendent Empath of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf.
A diffuse, honey-colored light undulates lazily across her skin, swirling and eddying with every movement.
She has an oval face with high cheekbones, pointed ears and elegant eyebrows echoing the sweep of ebon-hued lashes that frame her discerning copper-flecked celadon green eyes. Her golden-streaked molten strawberry-blonde hair is a riot of tumbling waves, and is worn loose. She has blush-hued pouting lips and sun-kissed skin accented by some glittery platinum stars and a coltish toned figure.
She has a tattoo of a delicate crescent moon cradling a wolf's pawprint on her neck.
Horse
Kaelies' mount, Caoimhe, is sixteen hands high with a black coat spangled with tiny white spots that are concentrated over the back and hips. It has a black mane and tail. It is a gelding and has a white mark covering the left foreleg's fetlock. His coat is usually stained with the blood of his enemies. The spots on his skin are where pure evil is seeping out. He stops on a dime, usually at a full gallop, and agrees to a jump then balks.
Quiet Moments
Before
It has been 440 years, 138 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
It is currently spring and it is early morning.
You're positive it's 14 roisaen before the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.
She is standing on the quarterdeck of The Dance near Pilot Pendal. Feeling the large ship pitch in the Reshalian Sea, she steadies her footing by placing a slender hand onto his shoulder. Tendrils of her hair curling tight as the sea spray dampens them. There is an easy smile that is the tell tale sign she is far from population on the open waters and is not subject to the health needs of everyone around her.
Pendal glances over, "You know you should spend more time out here. It agrees with you."
She shoves him playfully away, "One day. But for now I need to finish the work I have been tasked with from my guild. I am so close to having learned all the required amount of Empathy that they demand. In several weeks time I will ask for my 200th advancement in the guild and I can only hope over the decades of dedication they will not find fault with my path or conduct." She closes her eyes, her jawline tenses. They are nearing Ratha, the familiar tickle of pain and worry from the residents reaching her even as they dock. "Stay close, please, I am only checking at the Guild here to make sure I owe no debts or have tasks undone."
Other Moments
The Big 200th
It has been 440 years, 197 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
Having finally reached the summit, the pinnacle of her Empath journey to fulfill all requirements set forward by the guild. Decades of pain and learning to control and understand what feelings and emotions belonged to her and which ones were being projected at her because of her nature all rushing together for this moment. She stops and her nose wrinkles for a moment, she's thinking, mentally rolling back to scan the years and her actions making sure there can be no question that she will be given this promotion. A quick inhale of breath is held, she looks to the entrance of the courtyard and exhales looking down. She shouldn't be disappointed, not on a day like today. Years have gone by and there is no reason to suspect that Annael would have kept track of her progress in the guild, but there is still that moment of melancholy as she raises her head and poises herself as elegantly as she can before taking the step that leads her to the Guild Leader office. In that one step, time flashes between her younger self going in for the very first time to this moment where she will have done all they have asked of her.
The step is done. Before her is the Guild Leader Salvur. She blinks, his image blurs and she sees Annael through a thick haze of thousands of memories before it clears and she meets his gaze with a quick smile, a visible effort to not scrunch her nose or appear uncertain. Self-doubt creeps up on her, she almost turns on her heel. Not allowing herself a moment to give in to that flight response she smooths her cloak, feeling the bundle there. The letters! She takes a step forward and nods in reverence to Salvur, reaching to her cloak she pulls six envelopes from her cloak. Addressed to the Khalaen, more specifically the Khalo rae Modien: K'Constanze, K'Haaltekar, K'Sarhhsna, K'Wyllen, K'Xonei. A sixth envelope with simply the letter A to address it, she says to give to K'Xonei, she will know who to give that too. As she steps back she takes a slow breath to calm herself for what is to come.
"I fought side by side with you in Triage on 17 Shorka, 410 AV. It was then that you touched me and allowed me the knowledge of Unity Link to advance my ability to heal. I was honored to be one of the first and thank you for trusting me to use that wisely in a very bloody triage."
She asks him for the last time if she has met her requirements, will he find her worthy of advance.
Salvur grunts. But the words are not the same. He doesn't remind her to not slack off. A quick word on her reaching a high standard and then … nothing. Her friends are elated and praising her for this accomplishment and she is numb. She can hear them, but is trying to understand how all those years of taking others suffering were just met with what she felt like was a dismissal of the painstaking efforts and time she put into being what they asked of her. She shakes her head and puts on a smile, engaging with her friends that are cheering, not letting them see or suspect that this has taken a toll on her that she didn't expect. She takes a glass of champagne from Mazrian, they lead her back to the courtyard, she glances over her shoulder one more time at the office she no longer has reason to enter and drains the glass with a merry laugh, looking for another to fill her empty hand.