Veirle do Stellir a'Loran
| Veirle do Stellir a'Loran | |
|---|---|
| VEIR-lu (as in 'veil) doh STEL-leer ah-LOH-ran | |
| Created by | Aleatha (player) |
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Novice |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Cairhienin |
Veirle do Stellir a'Loran is a Cairhienin Novice of the Grey Tower.
Description
Veirle is tall for a girl, with a round face and childish features. She is stout to say the least, broad-shouldered and without many delicate traits. She has shoulder-length auburn hair and pale skin, not quite the deep olive tone of the a'Loran house. Her eyes are the only thing about her that might be called beautiful: they are a deep sky-blue, set a bit too close together. Veirle is demure and shy, looking down most of the time, due to the difficulties of growing up with six siblings who mocked her.
Biography
Lightly brushing the dirt off her face, Veirle studied herself in the mirror. Although today was her sixteenth nameday, few would give her more than fourteen years. She had always been the strange child of the house, the third daughter in a family of seven children. Her mother's lithe grace had passed her by, as had her father’s dark handsomeness. Indeed, the only thing that could be called beautiful about Veirle were her eyes, as blue as polished sapphires. She sighed and turned away, unable to bear the look of her bruised skin anymore.
Manira do Hanian a'Stellir had looked at her daughter strangely when she was born. She had borne five other children, sons and daughters, each as alike to each other as two drops of water. Now this could be called an anomaly. Tarlen do Misati a'Loran had just shaken his head when he saw his youngest daughter, embracing her like he would any of his children. In a land like Murandy, where nobility was unexceptional and true power nonexistent, every child was an asset to the house. If he could just marry them into as many influential families as possible, perhaps one day the name a'Loran would really mean something.
Veirle scowled at her brother Dirnan. Although he was five years her senior and should be amply old enough to no longer enjoy childish pranks, he took a sickly pleasure in turning his sister's life into the Pit of Doom. He hadn’t hit her, of course; none of her siblings would dare to do so low a thing. No, instead, he had made sure she would trip over a loose beam of wood and she had fallen flat on her face; her nose had ceased bleeding only minutes ago. "Why did you do that?" she asked, her voice hoarse from crying. Dirnan smiled. He had a narrow, dark face, and his slim lips slipped into a smile effortlessly, the irresistible dark-eyed smile of the a'Loran house. Veirle looked away. Dirnan was older than she, and stronger, despite the fact they were nearly as broad at the shoulders. Her brother was thin as a stick, as were her other brothers and sisters, while Veirle was stout to say the least. They had always made fun of her for that. Veirle the Boar, they would call her, and press their thin noses back with their thumbs to imitate a pig. Veirle the Boar. With a sob, the girl paced out of the room.
If only I could go, Veirle thought, leaning against the door of her bedroom which she had locked behind her. Through the window, she could see the foothills of Juranin, the small city her father's house governed. The sky, a dazzling shade of blue that was a close match to the girl's eyes, seemed to beckon her to come out, run away from this place of disaster that was her home. She let herself fall unceremoniously onto her bed, staring blandly at the ceiling. Sunny, the tabby cat she had rescued from the kitchens a few years ago, jumped onto her stomach purring loudly, the sonorous hum a soothing sound in the silent mansion. "You and I could leave, you know," she said, stroking the furry creature's back. "We could just go to the kitchens and pack some bread, and some meat for you, and then walk off into the wide world. I bet it would take them days to as much as find out we are gone."
Of course, Veirle didn't run away. That evening, as usual, she was called to dinner by the old nursemaid and she sat down on her usual spot, fixing her eyes on the table and making sure not to offend any of her brothers and sisters. "And that is your third daughter?" It was not a voice Veirle had heard before. Confused, she looked up, tucking a rebelling strand of chestnut hair behind her ear. Between her parents was a woman – ah, perhaps the most beautiful woman Veirle had ever seen, fairer even than her eldest sister Elandre. Her hair was a deep shade of autumn red, her skin fair as cream and so smooth… Although her eyes spoke of wisdom Veirle couldn't even imagine touching, she looked younger than Elandre in some aspects. In fact, it was impossible to guess this woman's age. Putting her fork down, Veirle nodded bashfully to her. "Yes, this is Veirle, our youngest daughter, Ganiko Sedai." Sedai! The girl noticed her jaw had dropped and she closed her mouth quickly, feeling her cheeks burn with shame. I have just made a fool out of myself in front of an Aes Sedai… Dirnan will pester me about this forever!
After dinner, when Veirle tried to make herself invisible as soon as she could, she found herself face-to-face with the impressive woman. Her skin tingled funnily around the Aes Sedai, but she was sure that was just because of her nerves. "Wha… what can I help you with, Aes Sedai?" Ganiko smiled, and for a moment she seemed more pleasant than severe. "Focus on the flame for a moment," she said, and a tiny flame suddenly flared up in the empty air. Biting her lip, Veirle looked at the flame and tried to focus on it, as strange as the command had been. It was a matter of seconds until she felt a strange rush, as if something linked the Aes Sedai to her. Shaking, she looked up to see the serene woman nod. "Just as I thought. Veirle, how would you like to train to become an Aes Sedai?"
Career History
- Novice
