Moonspun Light [Cinnamon]
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
Aurielle’s lips twitched in a smile as the young woman remarked that she’d never been to a festival. To be fair, Aurielle hadn’t been to more than about three that she hadn’t called herself, and she’d opted out of attending the Ashen Empire’s tourney, though Ardyn and Cairo had attended and lost their first rounds. Far from shame, it was simply just one of those days where you didn’t win, and they had found places where they could improve.
Cinnamon asked after what Valhalla was like, and Aurielle nodded, explaining, “Valhalla is a home. Members are expected to learn healing, and fighting, even if they don’t specialize in them. You never know what can happen when out in the freelands, whether you’re caught in a stampede of bison and get hurt, or you get attacked by a loner or an enemy wolf, or a big cat or bear. It’s good to know how to defend yourself, if only long enough to flee.”
Her head tilted as she remarked, shifting easily to the Old Tongue, "Onóir, trua, aontacht, teaghlach. Honor, Compassion, Unity, Family. As long as you pull your weight and spend time with the pack, most are welcome. That’s just a simplified explanation, mind, but it frames it well enough, I hope.”
Her eyes gently touched over the russet woman’s masked features as she suggested, “If you need a place to stay, you are welcome, whether you only guest with us, or choose to make a home with us. It’s your choice. Perhaps, in time, your family will find you.”
She stood by her word; she wouldn’t force Cinnamon to become part of the pack. If the woman decided to follow her path elsewhere, Aurielle wouldn’t object, nor would she be insulted. A resentful pack member was a danger to Valhalla. One who was unhappy could very well choose to share details of inner pack life with another pack that might have an interest in raiding. It was always prudent to make sure that those who were part of the pack were actually happy to be there. Even if meant seeing her own children off into the world. She’d bear the heartache if it meant they were happy, and she’d be proud of them.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.