Kyril is a very bold spirit who always speaks what is on her mind. She was raised to be a lady but her fiery temper often caused trouble while growing up and it has only been in recent years that she has slightly toned down her more aggressive approach to discussions, especially with other nobles. She has learned to have more patience and definitely has a deep focus when it comes to her craft but at the same time she still has issues simply letting someone get away with blatant lies or a bad attitude towards something or someone she favors. She is very protective in that regard and will always speak her mind in support of those she loves.
Kyril is still dedicated to learning more about being a glass artisan and a mystic, something which is obvious in the ways that her gaze lights up whenever speaking about her passions. She is a bit of a perfectionist and would rather torment herself for the simplest of flaws and can spend hours if not days trying to correct a past mistake in her work. Her emotions are completely wrapped up in her work and it is hard to make her notice much else whenever she is working on a project. Despite her passion for working as a glass artisan, Kyril is still dearly loyal to her family and will fight anyone who dares to harm them. Even if she has learned to hold her tongue a little bit more here and there she still frowns down upon betrayal and lying, even if it gets her in trouble for being too honest, because both will forever be a huge crime against Kyril's spirit.
History: The oldest daughter of Dexurn and Shadiya. As such she was a super spoiled child who didn't want for much. She was raised with her brother, Koril, in a beautiful stone manor by the sea and knew nothing but love from her parents. Her childhood was spent mostly near the ocean and as such she has a deep love for swimming and listening to the ocean waves at night. The arrival of three younger siblings during her teen years led to some adjustments but she took to them eventually. Thankfully after the births of Shierra and Cahira, it was easy enough to accept Pynar when he came into their lives a couple of years later and by then Kyril had turned into a very doting and loving big sister.
The most drastic change during her childhood came before her siblings were even born. Her mother's revelation that they were actually from a wealthy noble household flipped Kyril's carefree childhood into something much more demanding. Whenever they visited Oba Kyril found herself struggling to change from a wild child into more of a noble lady. Her short temper slowly but surely was reigned into a more distant attitude as she picked up etiquette expected of her class status. Such a change perhaps made her feel much more closer to Koril than her other siblings as he was the only one to really know more about a childhood when her family lived simpler times before her mother's name gave them status and wealth. Frustrated by the meetings she had to endure while her mother set up a dancing school and orphanage in the old family manor located in Sulburi, Kyril tried her best to stay in Matori for many of her teenage years while other siblings ventured back and forth with their mother. However, as she grew older and learned of her passion for crafting Kyril actually left home to go live in Sulburi where she became an apprentice to an oban craftswoman who was famous for her glass work.
Leaving behind her family home in Matori was a sacrifice that Kyril made so that she could grow as an artisan. While she kept in touch with her family and would visit on the rare holidays, Kyril mostly stayed in Oba where she worked with Alidan. After a time she went to apprentice under a fellow artisan in Belrea before returning back to Oba to work with Alidan. Along the way she started traveling with merchants and got caught up in a bandit raid which led to her introduction to Jhin, the wind ranger. After spending time recovering in their forest village the hybrid found herself in love and eventually with child. She returned back to Matori after some trouble, leaving behind her twin daughters, but returned to Sauti within a year after realizing that she truly loved Jhin and wanted to be with their family in Sauti. Now she's the mother of four children who works as an artisan that sells her goods around Sauti and Tale while traveling back towards Oba at least once a year to visit family and friends, usually during the larger festivals so that she can also share her creations.
Physical Description: Please feel free to take inspiration from the following! heart Even though she will be living in Tale you can keep a lot of her Matori/Oban heritage in mind as well. [Outfit 1][Outfit Inspiration 2 - No headscarf] (If anything maybe blend the two inspirations with the top from the first being pref with a necklace and the other aspects taken from the second picture, gloves, etc.) [Hair 1] // [Hair 2 & Outfit] // [Hair 3] Please give her accessories, crystals and what not since she does enjoy wearing jewelry and crafts a lot of it herself.[Random inspiration] [Armlet Inspiration] - Something like that but with rune stones (pref blues, greens, indigo) running along her upper arm. [Staff Inspiration] - A staff inspired by this would be amazing, she definitely would have some crystal charms and the like since she would have crafted it herself. She relies on a staff a lot since her injury has given her a permanent limp. Body Type: Hourglass. Preferred Artists: Kana Full or Collab // Scar Full or Collab WIPs: If wanted~
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Apprentice Solo 1 - Magic Within Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
She enjoyed watching how the sunlight shimmered along the ocean waves. While she had been in Sauti and Tale the girl had simply been enjoying the foreign scenery but there truly was something enchanting about the ocean. As the wind caressed her skin Kyril smiled faintly. It is good to be home. Though the reasoning still threw her off. Was she truly prepared to be an older sister? Just because they had a bigger house didn’t mean that Kyril was prepared for babies in coming. What if their mother had twins again like her and Koril? Kyril shook her head. Surely not!
Oh, but there were so many worries running through her mind! What if she failed at taking care of the little ones? She was so accustomed to just running around with Koril and keeping him out of trouble was tough enough! Oh gods what if the babies were all like Koril? Or what if her mother kept expanding on the family? Her parents were still super in love, which was great, but so dangerous if they wanted to keep small numbers in their family. Just the thought sent a flush across Kyril’s face. Eew! Don’t think about that. And then would the house even be finish in time? Or what if her mother got sick while pregnant? Kyril had heard about dangerous births before and the thought sent a shiver down her spine. Mother is strong, I believe in her. But did she believe in herself as a potential older sister? Would she get jealous? Would she get too frustrated with little ones when she had gotten accustomed to an older household that wasn’t in chaos...too often? Oh, her mind was swirling with so many worries! This definitely wasn’t helping her stress or the amount of exhaustion that was wearing her down lately.
“Just focus on the nice weather.” Kyril glanced out across the sea and raised her hands to catch the ocean mist as the waves crashed along the shore, “Oh!” Laughing the girl shook her head as an especially strong wave sent droplets everywhere. It was so pretty! Kyril’s gaze widened as the sunlight shimmered through the air and caught the droplets. If only she could slow them down so that she could truly remember this image. If only, right? But her heart was light and humming with something that felt cool yet powerful. What if she could stop time for a second? It was a magical thought indeed. One that made her lashes suddenly lower over her eyes as her mind seemed to just stop. Her body was going on its own as she felt lost in a haze. A haze that numbed her swirling thoughts yet was more comforting than scary.
Entranced as another wave crashed along the shore Kyril found herself taking a step forward. Her gaze gleaming with a golden light the girl’s fingers reached out to touch one of the fat droplets. If only it would shimmer like glass...like ice. The saltwater chilled in her fingers before falling into her hand like a pearl. A pearl of perfectly frozen water. How beautiful. Then as the wave receded and it felt as if the trance had broken Kyril found herself flinging the ice from her hand. How?! A light flush decorated her cheeks as she took hasty steps away from the water. Again? “Stop it Kyril.” What was wrong with her? She had done this once before….and the thought terrified her.
No one in her family was magical. No one at all. Kyril opened and closed her hand in dismay. What if I wanted to become a dancer like mother? She wasn’t meant to be a fighter. Even if she enjoyed throwing a punch here and there the girl had always dreamt of becoming a fine lady. Wouldn’t magic change that? I have to be my mother’s daughter and my father’s as well. So where did this sudden change come from? Kyril closed her gaze in frustration. It only happened when she was either exhausted or super stressed. Which would be both right now. What if her next magical pulling actually made her go into the ocean completely? Would be a shame to wake up not only drenched in water, but in the middle of nowhere since going out to sea. Kyril sighed at the thought since it would be quite a shame to waste the pretty outfit her mother had bought for her.
“Not that I can complain since the droplet was pretty.” Kyril glanced around on the sands to pick up the shimmering thing, “It’s just like glass.” She smiled at the sight of it before tossing the tiny pearl of ice up in the air. She had always adored glasswork. It was a perk of having some wealth since she could beg her parents to let her buy a paperweight or some other art piece. At home there was a collection - which reminded her to go and hide those once the baby came. The last thing she needed was to hear some crashes and find not only a destroyed collection but a bleeding baby as well.
Still, thinking about her family wasn’t solving the situation at hand. What was she going to do? If she didn’t work with her magic then it could consume her. Her mind swirled with more worries. She had heard about bad things happening to those who couldn’t control their magic or even more about those who had gotten too crazy with magical abilities. It all put dread in her heart. Would she change because she had powers now? Would that separate her from her family? Koril especially...he was such a loving dork, but what if she accidentally hurt him? Like what if he saw her in a haze or if he frustrated her one day and she just lashed out? Or if she was trying to help him and then lost control then as well? Oh gods! What if she did hurt him or she got frustrated with the new little ones coming and accidentally used magic on them?
“No, no, no!” Kyril raised her hands up to cover her finned ears as the thoughts kept swirling. An emotional outbreak was the last thing she needed right now! But of course the power swirled out before sending a shatter through the secluded beach. The next thing Kyril new intense heat was around her and she found herself slipping on a shimmering patch of sand...no glass? Blinking the girl reached out a hand as the sands instantly cooled into a new form. Had she done that? “I suppose the heat of my frustrations really burned through the sands.” She whispered in amazement. It was pretty.
It made her think of all the glass art she adored once more. What if? What if she could still become an artisan, but use magic to her advantage? “I don't’ have to be a healer nor do I have to fight.” She tilted her head thoughtfully as some ideas bounced around. There were possibilities. Always there were possibilities. Her parents had taught her that long ago. And then she also had her newest friend who was learning to be a rune mage as well.
“She wasn’t so freaked out like I was.” She seemed so much more eager to embrace it. Was that Kyril’s problem? “I was too busy stressing and letting myself go when in truth I think I was happy with this all along.” She could turn her magic and create something beautiful with it. Though Kyril had to wrinkle her nose, “I’m not much of one for lugging around something heavy so I guess runes may work.” She was glad she had made a friend with a mystic in training so that she knew about those. And she could make beautiful runes as well to help her out!
It was perfect. Kyril smirked as she finally took a few more steps towards the ocean, “I suppose I could always begin to practice now.” Though she didn’t know how she would tell her family that out of all things she was becoming a mystic. I’m sure it will be alright. She was blessed after all with love and support. Not everyone could receive that so Kyril treasured it all the more. She just hoped that she didn’t startle them or cause a mess while practicing.
“I just need to remain calm.” Kyril kicked off a shoe so that she could touch a toe into the water. It was nice and refreshing and soon would be swirling in front of her as she practiced sending out her magic into the ocean. Little steps, Kyril. Little steps. She couldn’t help laughing as she reached down and scooped up water, “Ah screw it. Let’s just try again.” She stared at the water for a long moment before tossing it above her head where the droplets once more froze and turned into a shimmering rain around the girl.
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Kyril accepts that she has magic and finally desires to become a mystic.
Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 4:14 pm
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Apprentice Growth Solo - Understanding Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
In this class quest Kyril tries to leave home before realizing that she has been a bit too childish and selfish. Once she realizes this she makes a decision that she should stop being jealous of her younger siblings getting all the attention and instead embrace her role as an older sister. Doing so means that she turns her back on traveling for a bit so that she can remain and home and help to raise the little ones. It's a point of maturity for her as she realizes where her heart truly is - with her family.
“I’m leaving!”
The door closed loudly behind Kyril as she strode away from the manor. This was it. The girl had decided that she was going to go away for a while. She was going to leave home to take up that mentor’s offer and become a great mage. That would show them! Always taking the time to play with the little ones, but never to appreciate all the great things she was doing. She was working constantly now and never had a moment to breathe like in the past. I feel more like a worker than a daughter. She pursed her lips in a pout before heading on down through the streets.
By morning she would be with the caravan and on her way to Tale to go learn more about magic. Maybe she would even venture across to Belrea since her new mentor had decided to learn more about the new land’s knowledge and what magic it held. Now that would be something! She could travel all the way out there and experience the world truly then. No more running around after younglings and trying to set a house in order. She was going to be an independent woman who didn’t need any family and would only focus on taking care of herself!
Shifting her bag on her back Kyril glanced around the familiar beach of her home one final time before heading out. I’m doing this. I’m totally doing this. She after all surely was not at fault for the recent frustration. Her family just didn’t know how to appreciate her! They would much rather spend time with any of the three younglings…ugh why hadn’t her mother just stopped after Koril? She adored Koril since they were twins, but these other babies just came out of the blue. They were totally unnecessary!
Just thinking about it gave her more determination to leave. As she jumped into place on a wagon the girl settled into her seat and looked around. So this was it. She was going to ride with this caravan all the way to Sauti and then from there potentially even go to Belrea. Kyril rotated the stones in her hands nervously. All of this was for magic. For herself. All because no one could appreciate her like she deserved. Kyril nodded firmly as the wagons began to get into motion. She would do this and maybe if they were lucky she would grace them with her presence in a few years. As it was she just had to settle into the motion of this ride…
A few days later the caravan was stopping for a break and Kyril found herself wandering among the variety of characters in the group. Mostly merchants it seemed with a few strangers like her who were hitching rides for a secure passage to Sauti. It’s already chillier. I wonder how Matori is currently? She flushed at the thought before shaking it to the side. She wouldn’t worry about that right now! She had to focus on her future, on her excitement for some adventures. Whoo adventures. For some reason it felt more lackluster today than before. Kyril sighed as she leaned against a tree and continued to watch the activities of the caravan.
“Hey, hey come back here!” A wind girl was chasing after a pair of younger boys. Both of which had mischievous grins across their faces as they raced around. As the girl floundered after them Kyril could only shake her head. She knew where this was going. And as if right on cue one of the boys tripped and ended up scraping his knee. Immediately came the tears and as the girl seemingly flailed about Kyril found herself rising and approaching the trio.
“It’s okay.” Kyril reached out a gentle hand so that she could pat the boy’s head, “We just need to blow on it okay? Gotta chase away the ouchie so we can heal it.” She smiled at the sudden shyness of the child who stopped crying at her sudden approach, “Ready?” She glanced at his sister for confirmation before pulling a hand over his knee and watching the skin patch, “See? All better. Though you know you have to tell your sister that you’re sorry so this doesn’t’ happen more often. If you listen to her then you won’t get ouchies like these, okay?”
“Otay.” He pursed his lips before getting up to grab his sister’s hand, “I sorry, Siri.”
The wind girl smiled gratefully towards Kyril, “Do you need me to pay you for the healing or…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Kyril laughed softly, “I’m just in training and am far from a healer. It was a simple fix so it’s fine. Just go and have fun with your brothers. I’m sure they’ll get in less trouble if you actually play with them.”
“Well it would help if I had extra hands…would you mind playing with us?”
Kyril paused in surprise before finally nodding. The boys were too cute after all so who was she to say no? Plus it reminded her of those back home. Those little troublemakers who actually weren’t quite so bad. Not bad at all. They just got her parents’ attention more than she had expected…but how could they not? Hadn’t she wanted that much attention as a youngling as well?
Or maybe she still had wanted attention now. A flush crossed over Kyril’s cheeks as she waved goodbye to the siblings, “I think I made a mistake.” Playing with the children and being away from home had made her think about things. And the sight of a small trinket given to her by the younglings further confirmed the truth. She missed home. She had only been gone for a few days, but her anger from the tantrum was already fading.
Tantrum? “I suppose I did throw one, didn’t I?” Kyril glanced down at her reflection in a pool of water. Perhaps she was not as mature as she had thought before. I still have a lot of growing up to do myself if I almost made this big of a mistake because of jealousy. The thought made her stomach clench. She had been jealous, but in fact seeing those children playing today made her realize that she truly loved her siblings. Sure she was frustrated at times with constantly having to watch them, but that didn’t mean they were any less endearing to her.
She wanted to be home. She wanted to stay home and help raise them to see them grow. She could learn magic on her own time and didn’t have to go on a grand adventure just yet. Certainly it was tempting as she loved traveling, but it wasn’t her time yet. She just had to let go and go home. Let go of her childish behavior, admit she was wrong, and accept that for the time being that she belonged at home rather than on the road. Even if Koril left…her place was to help her parents out and to see what her siblings would grow into.
Kyril took a deep breath before glancing around, “I suppose I have a rather long walk home. Might as well get started.” That stated she waved goodbye to some of those she knew and prepared a letter for her mentor before turning her back on the caravan and Belrea to instead head home.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 4:15 pm
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Mage Solo 1 - Finding a Hobby Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
What did one do when they had a lazy afternoon to spend?
That was the question that constantly haunted Kyril now that her family had wealth and now that they were limited in travels due to the appearance of the Dretch. It was a frustrating realization to know that your freedom was constantly being limited by dangerous beings who forced curfews upon cities who once never slept until the dawn rose and upon youth such as herself who once danced around great bonfires on the beaches. Now she simply had to pass time with her family, something that Kyril didn’t despise, but it simply wasn’t the same as exploring all the sights of the world. She also didn’t feel like she was content by simply sewing or learning etiquette that her mother had learned as an Oban noble. Nor did she enjoy picking up weapons like her other siblings who enjoyed playfully sparring across the sands by their home. Reading was acceptable, but she had already burned through many books while her stitches and dancing lessons were already on par with others who had spent years on such knowledge.
And all this talk of occupations bothered her. Kyril pursed her lips as she perched on the railing of her balcony and studied the shore below. Certainly she could be fine without a job for a long time since her family had inherited a lot of old wealth and her mother’s dance school had found many sponsors who wished to send their daughters there while they mingled with those who her mother had adopted into the school via scholarships serving as a way to scout talent and to give those without a home a home in Oba. It was a generous deed and one that Kyril really thought highly of her mother for, but it served no part in giving her a feeling of purpose.
Sighing, the young woman leaned against the balcony railing and stared across at the ocean. The colors were indeed memorizing this early in the morning with the way that the golden amber hue spread across the waves like honey on water. Trailing around it were spots of rose and crimson, both colors that she thought looked wonderful when intertwined together, “I wish I could make more colors like that.” She thought as she reached up lazily to touch at one of the many chimes that her family had helped hang around her doors. Even with how the sunlight barely spread across the land the glass orbs were still shimmering brilliantly. All it took was a little light after all - something that made Kyril smile, “I wish I could have the ability to craft these….” She began before pausing with her fingers still clutching at the chimes, “Or don’t I?” Couldn’t she craft such wondrous things? Why not?
Struck by inspiration Kyril darted downstairs and only reached momentarily for one of the fruits lying in a large wooden bowl on top of their dining table, Waving to her cousin who was just coming in from morning sword practice the hybrid simply swished past with her skirts, her mouth silenced by the violet fruit that was held between her lips. Biting down so that the juices flowed over her chin Kyril finally reached up to wipe her skin free of the stickiness before taking a few more bites and tossing the core to the sands, “Surely something will finish that off.” She commented to herself as she continued down the shore. Now the last time she had been to town there was someone travelling with their wares, beautifully designed glass pieces that they advertised for gifts to loved ones for the festival season. They also had mentioned other works, works such as creating giant glass windows of stained colors for noble households of Oba and for temples that wished to glorify the gods of Oba and Matori. One for On’os with the great symbol of fortune and luck shining golden in the red and brown glazed glass and another for Ubeli with sapphire waves and a gleaming silver moon above. Kyril even sported one of their pieces on her dresser at home, a fish made of rainbow scales that shimmered in the light with its tail encircling a base for a small wax candle.
“Excuse me but is that merchant still near here?”
“Ah, the artisan?” An elder nodded before pointing down the beach, “They just began to pack their wares and mentioned finally going down the path to the cities. I think they’re going back to Oba but perhaps you could catch them….”
Already Kyril was running, her bare feet kicking up sand as she rushed away. As teal tresses of hair whipped behind her the mystic continued to push her body, her racing heart that felt as if it would explode, forward. She had to find this artisan and learn their ways! It may have appeared silly to anyone else but Kyril was determined to learn how to craft. Her mother had her dance, her father had his strength, and even her brother was out exploring the world and expanding his talents while she had felt so stagnant. Now that the babies were growing into fine apprentices what could she do? She was no longer required to help babysit or to take care of younglings who didn’t know how to take care of themselves. Sitting at home while doing absolutely nothing was just not fit for her, but nor did she wish to study to become a fighter.
This...this was what she wanted to do.
But as she rounded the corner where the elder had pointed Kyril found it was completely empty. No more stall existed, it was simply a blank space. Her gaze burning the hybrid blinked back the tears as she slowly took a few defeated steps forward, “I’m too late.” She whispered, her throat feeling suddenly dry as her voice hitched strangely. Her heart was ringing in her ears and she wanted to just collapse on the ground as all the running had caught up with her body, the adrenaline now gone down from the reality of failure.
“Are you okay, miss?” A voice, slightly familiar to her ears, came from behind her and Kyril found her body whipping around to face whoever it was that had approached.
“Oh!” Her gaze widened and she found herself crying a few tears after all, “You aren’t gone!”
“Ah, no.” The Oban woman chuckled, “Was there something that you really wanted to make you cry so, dear?” She strode forward and reached up with a calloused hand to wipe away at the tears falling down Kyril’s cheeks, “I’ve never seen someone cry so at the sight of my stall being gone. I’m touched, but please don’t cry.”
“It’s…” Kyril hiccuped, a very uncharacteristic moment for her to be crying openly like this with a stranger, “It’s that I didn’t want to buy but rather to learn.” She finally managed as heat blossomed across her dark cheeks at the merchant’s touch and kindness, “I want to ask you to take me on and teach me your craft.”
“You...wish to learn?” The merchant tilted her head as she studied the girl, “You’re obviously a woman of wealth so why do you wish to learn a trade like this?”
“My parents taught me that we should all put some effort into our lives in this world. To do nothing but sit around because I have money is to make my own life worthless.” Replied Kyril quietly as she tried to force a smile, “I assure you that I am a hard worker and that I have talent.” She raised her hands to reveal the runes that had been hidden in her sleeves, “I can do what you can if only you teach me.” She had seen how the artisan stretched out her staff and summoned fire hot enough to turn the sand from natural grains into glass, “I know it’s a rather last minute request and I’ll have to run back to meet with my family, but if you would be willing to wait a few hours I can easily go with you and learn.”
“I go to Oba though are you willing to leave for so long?” The artisan frowned thoughtfully as she studied the girl, “It’s also not only magic you need, but an artistic sense.” She smirked and pointed towards the sands, “I want to see you design something now on the spot before I even contemplate this sudden request.”
Taking a deep breath Kyril nodded as she focused on the sands. If she were to create something out of nothing...the hybrid closed her eyes and relaxed her shoulders as she pushed all fear and apprehension away. Her mother had taught her etiquette and she had already survived many noble meetings and had raised rambunctious younger siblings while controlling her own magic so she was well versed in grounding herself. From that calm she reached deep down inside of herself and thought about what she knew was itching to be let go from inside. Always so calm, always so frigid, always so reserved and thoughtful of her Matori heritage but what about her Oban? There was after all also a fire burning deeply down inside of her. Kyril’s eyes opened, her amber gaze burning brightly, and she poured out her magic so that the sands rose with a gust of wind before bursting into flames. From the flames emerged a six winged bird of fantasy a giant flaming creature that opened its beak in a silent scream before smoke announced its disappearance and left only a silhouette on the ground before them.
Quietly Kyril just glanced towards the artisan and clutched at the still burning crystals resting in her hands. The heat wasn’t unwelcome rather it it representative of how strongly she felt about her desires to learn how to craft the beautiful pieces that this woman created. She just prayed that the gods would let the artisan see her desire, her talents and grant her request. There was no fear in Kyril’s eyes only anticipation of what was to come.
“You have four hours to pack all of your belongings.” The artisan finally breathed out with a small smile, “Gods I can’t believe I’m doing this when I never thought I would see the day...your name, girl?” She dusted off the sand from her skirts and reached out a hand towards Kyril, “Mine is Alidan.”
“Kyril.” Kyril smiled faintly as she clasped the hand that was given to her, “Thank you so much, Alidan.”
The artisan chuckled, “Let’s see how much you’ll be thanking me once you start having to work your tail off. Now go, hurry!”
Kyril beamed before grabbing at her skirts and racing through the village and towards home. Surely she would miss her family but her mother could visit her when she was in Oba as well and Kyril was certain that she could return home one day after she had learned the craft. She wasn’t afraid of hard work and dedication, she just hoped her family would be understanding of her hasty decision!
Conclusion: Kyril has become an apprentice to an artisan who specializes in creating stained glass and other glass art pieces.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 4:16 pm
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Mage Solo 2 - A Short Letter Home Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
‘Dear family:
I’m forever missing your lovely faces, but I know that we shall meet again soon! I have been practicing day and night with my mentor so that I can one day perfect this craft. It is interesting to see how she can mold the liquid glass into any shape that she so desires. So far my mastery is over stained glass orbs that can be of varying colors, amber and sapphire are my favorite colors thus far along with other rosy hues. You’ll see that I have enclosed such an orb in a package along with this letter to you all. I am hoping to expand from orbs into more ornate objects very soon. Could you imagine a bouquet of flowers made out of shimmering glass? I could create a bouquet in the crimson and amber colors that you so love, mother! Once I perfect it do not be surprised to receive such a bouquet as a gift from your darling daughter. Perhaps I can do some glass animals for Koril whenever he returns from his travels and a glass dagger for Cahira and some more flowers and animals for Shierra and Pynar.
I am certain that you are wondering about how I’m faring out in the city of Oba while working at a hot forge such as this. Yes, my fingers have been burned on occasion from my haste with trying to bend the glass before it cools to a particular degree but I have also learned how to heal minor burns and injuries due to it. So please do not concern yourselves about such things. What is progress without a little pain after all? Oba is hot and dry and I do dearly miss hearing the ocean at night. Hopefully my mentor will travel again once the spring has arrived and I will get to see the plains of Sauti and the forests of Tale again. I do not think I am prepared for the harsh winds of Zena just yet and thankfully my mentor rarely ventures out there. A couple of those from Belrea have even stopped by her store to share stories and techniques. They are impressed with how she utilizes fire from her magic to help create the glass and to bend it so at her forge. And while I am very intrigued by their culture and ways I am grateful that she does not wish to take those strange airships to their shores just yet. Perhaps one day in the future but we shall cross that bridge or rather clouds whenever it happens.
For now I shall be located in Sulburi at the forge and am eagerly awaiting the next chance to have tea with any of you. I know that Cahira and Mama are coming in next month to settle some business with the school and I am happy to see you then. Koril is a bit harder to track down and I know that Shierra and Pynar prefer staying along the beaches of Matori. However, if you come with Cahira and Mama I will be super delighted to see how you’ve grown!
As it is the evening light is dimming and I am weary. I pray that you all are doing well and that no one has destroyed the house in my absence. I love each and every one of you and hope that my small glass gifts should arrive safely with this letter. Please take care of yourselves and I will see you soon.
Love,
Kyril’
Folding the parchment Kyril melted wax and sealed it with her family’s seal in the shape of a drop of water that arched into a caressing flame. A small tender smile crossed her features as she placed that in the top drawer of her small dresser where bandages, recently used to wrap her fingers, rested as well. It had only been a few months but she was feeling more confident considering she only used one or two rolls of bandages a moon now instead of every other day. Her fingers trailed across the smooth wood of her dresser before it lingered on a small glass bird that she had managed to shape herself recently. Let’s hope that I can continue to grow. She was already thinking about all of the projects she wanted to attempt in the near future. Just like in her letter to home the girl truly was buzzing with inspiration to continue practicing her craft. Seeing her mentor at work had ignited a passion inside of Kyril’s own breast and she was determined to one day match the skills of her mentor, if not surpassing her in the future. It was a dream but one that she worked diligently towards even at the cost of her previously relaxed lifestyle.
Another day, another night. I suppose I’ll send everything out in the morning and then get back to work on the next glass project. She thought to herself before reaching over to blow out the candle that was on the desk, its flickering flames serving as the only light source in her small apartment that was across the way from her mentor’s shop and forge. It had been a perfect place that she found after a couple of weeks sleeping at her mentor’s nearby home. Kyril admittedly had softened the room already with several cushions and silks in a rather luxurious bed that she had brought in but it was just a smaller comfort in her opinion. What was wrong with needing a nice area to sleep in?
Speaking of which she was ready for sleep as she had a long day ahead of her tomorrow.
[WC 945]
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 4:17 pm
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Mage Solo 3 - A Day in the Studio Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Another beautiful day. Kyril smiled as she rested her arms against the wooden frame of the upstairs window. The desert heat was different from the warmth of the Matori beaches as where the ocean’s cool seabreeze typically helped with the blistering heat the Oban desert offered no such relief. Instead Kyril could be thankful for the structures that helped to block some of the desert sun and for the gentle relief that the oasis brought to the Oban citizens. Thankfully it was in a cooler season so while the sun still burned brightly across the land it was not as scorching as it could be when the sun hit its peak.
Sighing, the young woman found herself reminiscing about how she could look out of her window back at her family’s manor and see the ocean. She would open the doors to her balcony and walk outside and relax against the iron railings while listening to the ocean crashing into the shore below. They were an oddball family with a noble Oban mother who had married a Matorian and moved away from Oba, but they were happy. Their home had been built when Kryil was still a youngling and she remembered her first days racing with Koril through the hallways. Before their manor along the coast they had lived in a small wooden house with her mother’s dancing teacher. ‘Aunty’ as Kyril would call her was far more family than any of those Oban connections that her mother had long since left.
It was funny how all that space in Matori could feel like it was full of life and light while a similar building in Oba only held shadows in its halls. Kyril vaguely remembered her first time at her mother’s old home estate in the capital of Oba. The experience was thrilling for a child but now that she was older she knew more about her mother’s past and the trauma hidden behind those stone walls. At least now it’s a place to help others. Her mother had created into a dancing school, a place to help anyone with interest with dance and to even take in any orphans needing a place to stay. Many nobles still sneered towards their house while more progressive families, especially those in favor of the new King who had taken over after the great Oban war, applauded Shadiya for her work in Oba.
As it was Kyril had never seen herself as one to really flaunt wealth or to just laze about in her family’s riches. It was why she had moved to Oba to work in the first place. Not so much work perhaps but to grow in a craft that entranced her. When she first saw the artisan making stained glass, Kyril had fallen deeply in love with the art of it. Now here she was in Oba almost two years later practicing the craft herself. Despite the bandages and the many burned fingers the young woman was enjoying herself and every moment was a blessing. Far better to be able to pursue my dreams than to laze about and wait on some arranged marriage or something. A shiver went down her spine. She would never agree to any nonsense like that and thankfully due to her mother’s past the whole family was in agreement. Each of Shadiya’s children were encouraged to do what made them happy as long as they grew and could help others out along the way. It was why Kyril felt so out of place whenever her mother did call her up for a visit to one of the noble family gatherings. Tea parties, ornate dresses, all of that seemed so flashy and wasteful the older that Kyril got.
Needless to say she was not the most popular among the other girls her age. First of all, a hybrid among pure Obans? Secondly, a noble woman who would rather tie her hair back and work in front of a smoldering fire like some ordinary, lower life plebeian? Thirdly, why did the hybrid girl always speak her mind so boldly? It was rather rude indeed! Kyril let out a soft pfft as she thought about the last time the girls had protested to her presence. Don’t you worry I would much rather spend my time in the workshop than wasting time in your gatherings. But her mother wanted to keep connections so that the dancing school could go on without too much protest and so Kyril obliged. If it would help her mother out then it wouldn’t hurt to dress up on occasion and spend some time with snobs.
Speaking of which she should probably venture across the street and into the workshop. Her mentor was away for a bit again and so Kyril had full use of the workshop. Smiling at the thought the hybrid quickly tied her hair back into a low braid and tugged on her long leather boots and gloves. That would help with some protection from the heat while her short top and satin pants would help try and keep her cool. Thankfully some wind magic also would do wonders for fighting the heat away if she could get the air currents correct while she worked.
Swinging her bag over her shoulder Kyril headed down a set of stone steps and into the street below. It was a quiet morning, with not as many people venturing down the streets just yet, and she enjoyed her short stroll towards the studio. A key in the lock, a few twists later, and the hybrid found herself emerging into the familiar workroom. It was a long almost oval shaped room, with large windows that Kyril would open and in the center back were ovens to heat up and melt the glass. Piles of bins with colored pigments for decorative pieces and some sand lined up the other walls while another wall held finished products. While many of the pieces were essential for working on glass there were some additional things in there to help the worker. A small basin of water was on the right side and Kyril would use the fresh water to wipe away sweat as she worked before allowing the pieces to cool in their proper storage area. Her mentor also had some boxes of various items and some stored snacks for if anyone got hungry while they labored. It was not a job you could always just leave and pick back up later after all.
“Oh? How nice of her.” Kyril smiled as she noticed a plate of bread and some fruits left on a table in the studio. It seemed her mentor had left her some snacks before leaving on her trip. It would only be a few days but Kyril still missed the company while her mentor would be gone. As much as she originally thought the woman to be loud and obstinate she had learned that they did have a few traits in common after all. Meanwhile her mentor had thought her too spoiled and weak because of her richer heritage and coddling family. Bonding over the craft had definitely bridged any gap and misunderstandings between the two of them.
A few hours later the sun had moved perfectly along the horizon in such a way that shimmers of light decorated the workroom in a variety of colors. The sunlight pouring in from the great windows of the spacious room caused dust caught in the air to catch light, almost like sprites or something were at play in the room while Kyril worked. The heat from the furnace almost caused the air to shimmer in turn casting an illusion of the room to truly look like there were dancing sprites. Kyril was working in the center of it all.
She had kept pulling her teal hair back away from her face in a loose ponytail while her simple outfit of leathers and silks was rather revealing but comfortable considering the intense heat of the flames that raged before her. Since her mentor was away for a few days and the shop was closed it wasn't as if Kyril was expecting company, a fact that allowed her to be more at ease in her environment as she worked. It seemed that the interior of the furnace was hot enough as the molten glass inside had become a warm amber color. Grinning happily at the sight Kyril clutched at the cooled iron rod next to her and prepared to work on the glass.
It was perfect. Taking a deep breath as the process still made her very nervous the young mage reached in with the rod and rotated it through the molten glass. As she pulled it out Kyril placed it on the metal work table that was cooler to the touch and she began to twist the rod so that the glass in turn began to take form. It was hot and it was easy enough to get burns, something that many previous bandages on her fingers had attested to, but now that she had the glasswork on the table the young woman was careful and almost gentle in her movements as she used her tools to begin shaping the glass into a delicate vase. In the past it would be common for her to snap the neck, but now she was more experienced. Surely it would not break like it had in all of her previous attempts when she had just begun her work as an apprentice here in the shop.
I’m surprised my mentor had so much patience with me back then. Oh how many messes she had created when she was first learning the craft. As a result of her mistakes, almost half of her earlier days were spent cleaning up the shop or running errands instead!
But now she was far more experienced. So much so that she was confident in her gift for her mother. Cahira had planned with her and the two of them would make their mother the most beautiful bouquet to present to her when she came to visit next. Which reminds me, Cahira should be coming around in the next two days or so. Her sister would pick out some other small gift while Kyril would make a lasting memory for their mother. Rather than fresh flowers plucked for the occasion Kyril was determined to make glass roses, something that her mentor had finally taught her. Clear roses with hints of pink and orange for her mother. Or maybe something crimson for her lovely hair. Kyril still hadn’t settled on the details but she did know that the vase she made today would be wonderful.
Before the vase cooled she would twist in strands of gold to give the already amber hued glass more shimmer as it solidified into the vase that she was envisioning. Her gaze narrowed as she carefully took small pliers and pinched the gold and other precious gems inside of the stained glass. Thankfully a gentle wind would blow around the room from the open windows to help cool her brow and the back of her neck. Just a few more details and I’ll be finished. Kyril pursed her lips as she prepared to do a few final touches with the rapidly cooling glass. This definitely was a project to show to her mentor when she returned from her trip.
Though she shouldn’t be bragging yet because there was still so much work to do, something that Kyril reminded herself as another gust of wind swirled about her to cool the room.How nice and refreshing. Her eyes fluttered closed for a quick second before she focused on her project again. She just needed a few more twists and turns to get the wavy design in place. When it cooled the vase would have some ridges to the touch, something she knew her mother loved. Kyril would do the same almost when she was nervous. There was just something simply calming about running your hands over something with texture like the worry stone she had at home with the divet in the center of it.
As her mind wandered, her hands took care of the glass. Kyril was so comfortable with the craft now that she operated on autopilot while her thoughts swirled about. Resting the finished vase to rest on the table Kyril reached up with a cotton cloth to dab the sweat from her brow. If only her craft could be done without so much heat. Even as she doused the fire with sand the young woman felt that it was simply too smoldering in here for her comfort. Despite spending two years in Oba’s heat, the additional heat still pressed boundaries that Kyril’s body had never fully grown accustomed to. Growing up in Matori she always had the cool breeze of the ocean to help ease the summer's heat but out there there was nothing save for the blazing sunlight and the scorching sands. A sacrifice I was willing to make to learn this craft. She had always dreamed of returning to Matori and opening a shop there and perhaps soon enough she would get that chance. She would just have to talk to her mentor and see if her progress was enough for independence.
For now Kyril settled to her usual habit of tugging at her blouse and leaving the laces that tied it up hanging loosely. Modesty was not necessary whenever Kyril was desperate to cool off. Not like she would have any company - the shop was marked closed while her mentor went on her short trip across Oba. Most knew to avoid the shop on days like this. Still she was glad that she had finished her piece because the afternoon temperature inside could be even more blistering hot than the outside weather. The workspace while being spacious still managed to more often than not be cluttered and somewhat dangerous with the burning furnaces. Even more dangerous was how her mentor was highly temperamental when disturbed during work. Those and other reasons usually kept others at bay so it was a relief to Kyril when she turned around and found no one waiting for her. Once or twice some had surprised her but those visits had been brief while one long ago had been somewhat enjoyable while it lasted.
Who knew that speaking to another craftsman could have been such an enjoyable afternoon? Now, however, the silence in the air made her lips turn downwards into a slight frown. The vase was cooling, she would have to do the flowers tomorrow in the early morning before the sun hit its zenith again. It was a good thing she would see her family soon. Perhaps I should go out into the market today? It had been a while since she had walked through a crowd.
But first a bath. Kyril’s nose crinkled as she studied her sweaty palms and her dirty clothing. Time to lock up. After checking to make certain all the glass pieces were in their proper places and that the furnaces were taken care of, Kyril left the studio and locked the heavy wooden door behind her. Crossing to her little apartment the young woman gathered some fresh clothing into a satchel. It was one thing to wash her face in the basin, but another thing to have a truly nice bath. Thankfully there was a local area with a public bath that Kyril could venture towards. Usually she would bathe in her mentor’s apartment, but since her mentor was gone the hybrid felt awkward just venturing into the house below her own small space.
A public bath should be fine, I’ve done this once or twice before. The one she knew of was nice and took a few coins to use so that way it kept its prestige. Not that Kyril minded other options! It was just...well yeah she enjoyed her privacy. Even with how much the world had opened up the sight of hybrids still caused some sort of stir with certain crowds. Her lips pursed at the thought as she trekked further along and up towards a great stone building. Steam emerged from areas of the roof and a scent of flowers and other delightful perfumes caught her attention. This was definitely the place. Passing a small decorative fountain the hybrid ignored sneers from others as she handed coins to the attendant, “Do you have a private bath?”
“Ah, yes, miss. We already have one freshly prepared. Please follow me.” The younger Oban bobbed her head politely before leading Kyril up the few stone steps and into a long hallway. Steam and chatter filled the hallways as Kyril passed the more open bathing room for women and turned towards a smaller chamber, “There are oils and everything you may need around the room. Please let me know if you need anything else.”
“I’m good, thank you.” Kyril smiled as she waited for the other girl to leave. Soon enough her work stained outfit was in a pile to the side while the hybrid slipped a hesitant toe into the waters. Ah, it was warm. Her gaze gleaming with delight Kyril slipped into the fragrant waters. Talk about a fancy pool to bathe in. Kyril studied the stone room. It was a smaller chamber with some natural light from openings along the top of the tall walls and vines decorated the interior along with a small waterfall that poured into the rounded inground bath. Smooth, polished stones of various colors decorated the edges of the pool and the attendant had even placed flower petals in the water. It almost made Kyril feel like she was some sort of royalty. Her mentor would have mauled her for the waste of money but Kyril’s aching body definitely appreciated the relaxing feel of the fancy bath. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
With that in mind Kyril closed her eyes and dipped further into the water to truly relax and enjoy the bath. It was so peaceful and the rising steam felt so pleasant against her skin. Kyril almost felt as if she could fall asleep in the waters if not for the risk of drowning. The baths were not like the small tub back in her Matori home that they filled with hot water in the evening. It was more like an actual pool where the waters actually came up to her chest in the center of the large area. The public one was much bigger as it was meant for multiple bodies but even the private one that was covered in flower petals was big enough for honestly three earthlings to fit comfortably. Another of the noble’s luxuries to have so much room whereas some of the public bathing houses forced others to share closer quarters. Despite everything there were certain perks that Kyril did enjoy having and the space was one of them. It was too strange to come to such a place in the higher areas of Sulburi and she did not feel like tolerating the side glances of others today.
This was nice. Picking up a pink and amber hued bar of soap, the scents of the oils reminding her of wildflowers, Kyril slowly began to wash her body. As the dirt and sweat left her skin she truly began to feel refreshed. Her teal hair hung in damp tendrils reaching all the way down her back and when she finally emerged from the still steaming waters she felt like a new person. Sitting on a small bench she began to work at her hair, untangling it and twisting it back into a long braid that she neatly clipped at the base of her neck. After she worked at her hair, Kyril prepared to slip into her silks and the sight of her body gave her pause. Working at a forge had destroyed any baby fat that she previously had and now she realized exactly how lean her body was becoming. I suppose it does take a lot of strength to stand all day and work with glass and other metals. She didn’t hammer as often as a blacksmith but there were still other orders that did not always necessarily require glasswork and Kyril had picked up a few jobs in the more recent months for her mentor. It would be helpful to know more smithy work if she did ever open her own shop one day. The thought brought a small smile to her lips as she traced fingers along her skin before finally moving to slip on the silk dress. The layered material shimmered like the ocean as the teal and green material fell against her body. Tying a sash and a belt along her waist, Kyril gave one final look around the bath before finally emerging again.
The sun was already starting to lower in the sky, its golden rays fading into shadows throughout the city streets. Kyril had spent more time than she thought in the bathhouse but was not too worried about getting home. Instead she found herself pausing at a street vendor for some steamed meat buns, her hunger overriding most senses as she didn’t even realize that she had caught the lingering attention of a pair of crimson eyes. Oblivious to the attention that she had gained from simply wandering into a bathhouse, Kyril ate her quick dinner before making her way back towards her small apartment so that she could relax more before retiring completely for the night.
[WC: 3602]
Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2020 9:07 pm
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Mage Growth Quest to Sage - A Test Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
“Oh Jewel.” Kyril sighed as she studied her little apartment that she had lived in for the last five years. It was a simple space with a wardrobe crammed into the corner, a small washing basin with a bronze mirror next to that and then there was her writing desk and bed on the opposite wall. It had definitely been a downgrade from her spacious room in Matori but Kyril had taken to it after a while since the sacrifice had been worth it so that she could learn glass artistry. Despite its basic appearance the place had become a home to Kyril because it was connected with the workshop across the street where she truly had spent most of her time. But now her mentor was asking her to leave and Kyril was at a loss. She knew that her skills had progressed but she had never imagined that she had gotten to the point that her mentor trusted her to go to another artisan and share their skills. The thought was touching if not scary and exhilarating all at once. Kyril took a deep breath as she stared at the docks where the Belrean airship hovered slightly above the ground. “I don’t know Alidan.” She bit her bottom lip nervously before turning back to the older Oban woman, “Are you certain that I really can do this?”
Alidan glanced at her with a wry smile that had started showing some wrinkles at the edges of her lips in the recent years. The oban was fit and still had plenty of life left in her but there were streaks of gray starting to show in her fiery red hair and her hands seemed more restless than they had been years ago when Kyril first started studying under her. “Do you want to take a test first then? We have time.” She teased lightly as she reached out to touch Kyril’s shoulder. “Would that ease your spirits?”
“A test?” Kyril frowned thoughtfully. “What are you thinking?” A small cooing nose next to her ear seemingly echoed her question as her averin, Jewel, peeked out from where she was hiding under Kyril’s hair. Kyril’s frown turned into a small smile as she reached up to scratch at the averin’s neck. The darn creature had been the start of all of this but she couldn’t bring herself to hate the sweet if sometimes mischievous pet. Jewel had been a gift from a Belrean artisan who had wanted to speak with her mentor and now Kyril was supposed to go in Alidan’s stead to visit Belrea and learn from the other artisan. It was a sign of faith that her mentor trusted Kyril’s skill and accepted Kyril as an artisan rather than a simple apprentice. Kyril was still wary of such faith because she had never truly gotten a chance to pass some test or anything of the like. Certainly she had completed many projects of her own now but she had never truly done anything other than simple projects for her mentor or something suggested to her by a customer.
“Well we just confirmed your ticket today and booked your room. The ship leaves in four days so you would have time to play at the forge first.” Alidan gestured for Kyril to follow her as they weaved through the crowd. “I want you to craft something that is unique and a testament to your creativity. I want something that can fill up a room yet take up no space.” She smirked at Kyril’s confused expression. “Yes, I want exactly that. Craft me something in the next three days that can fill up a room yet take up no space.”
“Alidan.” Kyril replied before growing quiet. “Fine, I’ll figure it out.” She knew that if her mentor asked for something seemingly impossible that there surely could be a way. Just what would be something that could fill up an entire room and not be in the way at the same time? Kyril found herself walking in silence as they headed back towards the artisan district of Sulburi. It was almost two days later when she was throwing sketches up in the air out of frustration that an idea struck her. “Oh!” Kyril blinked as she looked at the discarded sketches and at the sunlight beaming in through the window. “I was complaining that the sunlight was too bright for me to see the parchment well but now that I think about it….” She quickly stood up from her chair and ripped the curtains open with a flourish. “Light!” How could she be so silly? She had spent hours stressing over something so simple! Now the true hard part was figuring out how to capture light within her glass work. “Oh spirits.” Kyril sighed heavily before returning to the drawing board. It had been hard enough to think of the concept but to actually make something to reflect it? A true test of skill…
Kyril didn’t sleep much for the next three nights. If she slept any it was in short bursts that would end up in her quickly nodding off at a table and then drinking more spiced tea to keep her alert. Her hair was messy and constantly being tied back into a braid but Kyril didn’t mind as she was focused on her work. Eventually on the morning of the last day she found herself pulling out the final piece. It was a clear glass prism sitting on a swirling base of colors, each strand of colored glass twisting upwards almost like delicate vines that supported the prism. When Alidan came into the studio, Kyril made certain a cloth was over the piece and it wasn’t until Alidan was in the center of the room and the windows were wide open that she removed the cover. “I thought long and hard about your riddle and decided that light is the best thing to fill a room so I created this piece to capture the essence of light.” A flush covered her cheeks as she waited for Alidan to respond. In the sunlight the prism caught everything and it reflected rainbows along the workshop walls, the vines seemingly helping to enhance the natural rainbows that shimmered from the reflected sunlight.
“Interesting.” Alidan replied as she glanced about the room. “I was curious about how you would capture light and I think you did wonderfully.” She smiled towards Kyril. “I think you’ve truly passed this test, Kyril. How do you feel?”
“Honestly?” Kyril took a moment to reflect before answering. “Even a year ago I may have lost my patience and not really known what to do with your riddle but I truly amazed myself by not quitting and actually coming up with this. Pushing myself and trying to capture your concept of an idea and not an actual design sketch really made me think and I believe I may actually be ready to see what this Belrean artisan has to teach me.” She peeked shyly over towards Alidan. “I hope I don’t sound too vain but I am proud of what I did with this piece and it really made me think of all the great things you have taught me. I wouldn’t be the artisan that I am now without your teaching and I will forever be thankful that you were my mentor.”
“I am happy to hear it.” Alidan wrapped her arms around Kyril in a hug. “I am glad I took the risk with you, Kyril. You’ve made me proud and I have faith that you will represent me well in Belrea.” She pulled back with a small smile. “Just don’t get too distracted by all the things they have overseas, okay? I would like to see you back within the next three years.”
“I’ll try my best.” Replied Kyril with a small smile. The fear that had been twisting inside of her gut had settled now that the test was over and she had realized exactly how much she had grown as both an artisan and a person. She truly was ready to leave the nest and grow even more as an artisan now.
[WC: 1366]
Kyril has grown as an artisan and is now ready to leave Oba and learn more about her craft across the ocean in Belrea. It is a big moment for her as she realizes how much she has matured both as a hardworking person and as a crafter. She is no longer the spoiled, short tempered child who left Matori to go apprentice under Alidan all those years ago.
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