#OC: Fajra Farlong

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Fire Bright (WIP)

A snippet from a Neverwinter Nights 2 fic I’ve been trying to write about my Fire Genasi rogue, Fajra Farlong, and her adventures as the Kalach-Cha.

The annual High Harvest Fair is a day of much fun, but the early morn hours are always the most hectic as that is when any last minute things are taken care of. Such as hauling casks out of the wine cellar, positioning the chests for the Knaves’ Challenge — so on and so forth. This year is no different. Fajra is typically dragged into this task as punishment, rarely does she volunteer — this year, it’s because of a poorly set arrow trap, intended for a group of beetles rumored to have been seen near the village but was instead set off by an unsuspecting Tarmas. In response, the man had yelled for hours until he went hoarse. She did try to warn him but did anyone ever listen to her? No. No they did not.

After a bucket of water to the face, the fire genasi dresses in a hurry and rushes downstairs. As she stuffed bread slathered with butter and sage into her mouth, she snaps her fingers and her hair alights briefly in an attempt to dry it ; the thick unruly vermillion curls becoming literal locks of flame. Daeghun, however, notices and promptly yet pointedly reminds her that their home is made almost entirely of wood. Without a word of protest, Fajra puts out her fire. She knows the real reason is that it makes him uneasy, but he would never admit such a thing. Not out of arrogance, but because he held his emotions tightly in check, so much so that he came off as emotionless. She's learned to read him (after twenty years of being in his care, she's had to) — his body language at least, and that he cannot hide no matter how he tries. The chink in the proverbial armor. The day he masters it, patches this failing, is the day that Daeghun becomes something completely unknown and unreadable. 

Fajra hopes that never happens.