Khy'eras

Riding astride was almost never a fun experience for Mara. In lieu of sight she had learned to interpret the world utilizing her other senses, including minor vibrations in the earth. This had provided her with, at the very least, the illusion of control, which vanished as soon as she was in the air...

The Irtuen Reaches was a place Mara had only experienced second hand, either as words on a page or tales from passing travelers. Until recently she never would have seen herself making the journey there, if only because safe passage was significantly more expensive, to say nothing of the dangers she...

Mara smiled gratefully towards Harroc and paused to give him space with which to will the flames back into existence. While she waited for the druid to stoke the fire to his satisfaction, she bid Loxiel farewell and good luck, waving as he took to the air. It was nothing short of marvelous to watch ...

As was her ritual for as long as she could remember, Mara rose at dawn. Here in the depths of the jungle the light was nearly nonexistent at that hour and yet she sensed the time for morning prayers was nigh with a sensitivity cultivated over the years. This was to the good, since it allowed her to ...

As late afternoon bled into evening, the light continued to fade with the sinking of the sun. While this necessitated they all be on alert on the off-chance some predator wander into their camp, it also meant that Mara could see both of her companions all the better. She was not shy nor secretive ab...

"I believe they are a family in a way," Mara said gently. It wasn't clear if she sensed Loxiel's embarrassment, but she continued to smile and speak softly. "Maybe not in the same way as you or I know families to be, but they were there together at the start of everything." Mara...

While Harroc worked his will on the earth as he had been doing all day, Mara stood patiently aside and waited. Afterward, while he bent to build a fire shortly, she retrieved several necessary items including a small pot, her water, and little tin cups. She smiled gratefully when the druid was finis...

Mara permitted Loxiel to touch her with a nod and a small smile. Rather than sink to her knees and begin her prayers right away, she lowered her staff to the ground with the broader, knobby end pointed west. Upon straightening, she brushed a bit of dirt from her hands, rubbing her palms into the ski...

Mara was not one to complain. Growing up in a monastery had not afforded her much time or opportunity to experience luxury, as the rough texture of her hands could attest. She was accustomed both to hiking long distances and making do with very little. Even if that were not the case, the pace Harroc...

After the trio went their separate ways, Mara went straight to her quarters with only a brief detour in order to collect her needles from the bone smith. They gleamed, sharp and white, in her palm when she perused them later by candlelight. The next time she had to suture a wound closed, she would b...