#Ahrwit Valdyr

[estamba]

She had had the world...well, a world at least, and lost it.

Everything she wanted. A safe, secluded space filled with beings that she and her God had created and formed to be her librarians and companions. Sometimes a mist wanderer would come through--but the occasional company and knowing full well she could expel them at her whim was not a bother. She had read and she had written and she had been content in chronicling her God and his movements.

And then darkness. She should have, by all rights, been terrified. But she had been born into darkness and it was only through her own hard work and the help of her God she had achieved the bright in-between she had made her home. A return to the darkness was...unexpected, troubling....but not terrifying, even as her twisted children and her books slipped through her hands and all sank into the void. It would have been easy, restful even, to stay there. Things would have been over, a finite end to questions--but to leave without so much as an explanation to Isambard? A high priestess could not so easily abandon her duties, even for a fellowship of one.

So she did not fade into nothingness alongside her books and her librarians and her little world. She fought and fell and woke to familiar sounds and smells. Of salt water and the bumbling cooing of a Quaggan. A while later, days, maybe weeks, found her nestled in the corner of the Inn at For Mariner, clean at the least, her pale hair whisping into soft curls, wearing soft shoes and pants under a rather too large purple shirt that had been belted at the waist, with a mug of tea in hand, listening to those around her. Soft words and falling back on old fortune telling skills from the streets of Divinity's Reach--along with no small amount of pity she was sure--had gained her a bed and enough to eat while she considered the situation she found herself in now.

She had lost all but...this was not the first time. She doubted it would be the last. No, indeed who should arrive at her table but her own Gods’ estranged kin? Asking for her help. Well...asking for one who could help mend a broken mind with a deep dedication to truth. It would have served him better if she still believed in Kormir as a benevolent being instead of selfish and uncaring...but she would not turn him away. Not for his sake. He had all the admirers and fawn devotion a man could hope for--but for the sake of his kinswoman who had placed herself between the world and Jormag among so many others and suffered now for it. So set aside was her inherent dislike for the man. Not that he had ever done anything to merit her ire other than existing as he was. Alluring, intoxicating to be around, like little golden strings coiled around one’s fingers and wrists and drew them closer. It was deeply unsettling. Today though he was on his best behavior...open, calmed, restrained, she suspected for her sake. It did not go unappreciated nor unrewarded. So she took his hand and let him take her from the Inn and outward--stopping of course for a fresh set of gloves.

[encyclopedia-faceclaimia]

Name: Valdyr, Ahrwit Player: Aethgar.1784 Tumblr: Fox’s Brush Active: Yes Main: Ish? Faceclaim: David Bowie

[deloreslarkspur]

💬 for Ahrwit

“Valdyr? Well! Let me tell you, that man is a bane upon us all. I am quite happy to say he has never seduced my daughter, Victoire. I can’t promise the same for Cordelia but if I find out one of my grandbabies is his I shall bring ruin down on their house! Bad enough Luxelen has been seen with him but she is a wild child no one can control. No, I do not like him at all!”

@luxelen @ahrwit

[manizeh]

An envelope arrived a few days later addressed to @eman-massoud‘s address in Ossan Quarter. There was red lipstick imprinted on the back, and the letter inside smelled of lavender.

40 Scion, 1330AE The Providence

Dear Eman,

We have left Rata Sum and are on our way to Orr. There are so many people here. It is quite crowded and I am left sharing a cabin with the female officers, even though the Captain once promised me a cabin of my own! My second-cousin, and the Minister of the Eastern Commons, Stella Cavalli is onboard for this expedition. She’s quite colourful.

Most onboard do not seem to be the intellectual type. It is just myself and an asura I know: Wyrikk. He was once part of a Mordrem krewe located in the Brisban Wildlands, and I have worked with him before. He has been mistaken for my assistant. That does please me. Nevertheless, I make sure to correct them that we are colleagues. He wanted me to refer to him as my “esteemed colleague in research and knowledge.” Asura always make words more complicated then they need be. At least we share in ideals regarding experimentation. Together, we should acquire a wide range of information from Siren’s Landing.

It is late, and I should go to sleep for I have an early rise.

Do not worry. I have the revolver and Nahlah is here. We did not part on good terms but know that I miss you and will write often.

With love, Manizeh

ps. Kalonah came to see me off on my journey, but left me with a horrible taste in my mouth. She has been betrothed (engaged) to this old Ascalonian named Lord Ahwrit Valdyr for close to two years. Seriously, he’s old enough to be her father. Although I don’t approve of this union, I don’t recall ever saying such to her. But she married him! And without inviting me! How could she do that? I thought we were the closest of friends! I can’t believe she did that!

pps. You can send me letters via the Durmand Priory out of Fort Trinity.​

[manizeh]

Shortly after Wintersday, several packages made their way to the Valdyr household all the way from an address in Vabbi’s Garden of Seborhin. Within were baby clothes and toys with a distinctly Elonian feel in make and appearance. As well, a small note card could be found within the largest box that read:

♡ ♡  Happy 1st Wintersday, dear Ahadu! Love always your godmother, Manizeh Aurumstan  ♡ ♡

@colanah​ | @arpyurrising​, @ahrwit​

[manizeh]

⊗ for Ahrwit

It took a very long time for Manizeh to finally clue in that Kalonah and Ahrwit are more than merely student and mentor. 

Manizeh doesn’t understand Ahrwit’s appeal at all. She thinks he must have some information on Kalonah or is using his mesmer magic to trick her friend. He’s so old and Ascalonian. Gross! :p

Manizeh is mentally compiling information on Ahrwit to use against him should he ever hurt Kalonah.